Altenglische Sprachproben: Nebst Einem Wörterbuche

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Weidmannsche Buchhandlung, 1867 - Anglo-Saxons

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Page 342 - Of thin auncestres, for her heigh bounte, Which is a straunge thing to thy persone ; Thy gentilesce cometh fro God alloone. Than comth oure verray gentilesse of grace, It was no thing biquethe us with oure place. Thinketh how nobil, as saith Valerius, Was thilke Tullius Hostilius, That out of povert ros to high noblesse. Redith...
Page 343 - Thanne have I gete of yow maistrie," quod she, "Syn I may chese and governe as me lest?" "Ye, certes, wyf," quod he, "I holde it best." "Kys me," quod she, "we be no lenger wrothe, For, by my trouthe, I wol be to yow bothe! This is to seyn, ye, bothe fair and good. I prey to God that I...
Page 342 - Alway, as doth the fuyr, lo, in his kynde. For God it wot, men may ful often fynde A lordes sone do schame and vilonye. And he that wol have pris of his gentrie, For he was boren of a gentil hous, And had his eldres noble and vertuous, And nyl himselve doo no gentil...
Page 341 - Ther na8 but hevynes and mochil sorwe : For prively he weddyd hir in a morwe, And alday hudde him as doth an oule, So wo was him, his wyf loked so foule. Gret was the wo the knight had in his thought Whan he was with his wyf on bedde brought, He walwith, and he torneth to and fro. His olde wyf lay smylyng ever mo, And sayd, " O deere housbond, benedicite, Fareth every knight with his wyf as ye...
Page 343 - oon of thise thynges tweye: To han me foul and old til that I deye, And be to yow a trewe humble wyf, And...
Page 330 - Wenten forth in hire wey with many wise tales, And hadden leve to lyen al hire lif after. I seigh somme that seiden thei hadde ysought seintes: To ech a tale that thei tolde hire tonge was tempred to lye Moore than to seye sooth, it semed bi hire speche.
Page 325 - The duke of Braband, first of all, Swore, for thing that might bifall, That he suld, both day and night, Help sir Edward in his right, In toun, in feld, in frith and fen ; This swore the duke and all his men, And al the lordes that with him lend, And tharto held thai up thaire hend.
Page 343 - To have me foul and old til that I deye, And be to yow a trewe humble wyf, And never yow...
Page 326 - EDWARD, oure cumly king, In Braband has his woning, With mani cumly knight; And in that land, trewly to tell, Ordains he still for to dwell, To time he think to fight. Now god, that es of mightes maste, Grant him grace of the haly gaste, His heritage to win ; And Mari moder, of mercy fre, Save oure king and his menze Fro sorow, schame and syn.
Page 342 - Tak fuyr and ber it in the derkest hous Bitwixe this and the mount Caukasous, And let men shit the dores, and go thenne, Yit wol the fuyr as fair and lighte brenne As twenty thousand men might it biholde ; His office naturel ay wol it holde, Up peril on my lif, til that it dye. Her may ye se wel, how that genterye Is nought annexid to possessioun, Sithins folk ne doon her operacioun Alway, as doth the fuyr, lo, in his kynde.

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