Chief British Poets of the Fourteenth and Fifteenth Centuries: Selected PoemsWilliam Allan Neilson, Kenneth Grant Tremayne Webster |
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... Gawain and the Green Knight , The Pearl , and Piers Plowman , the amount of glossary required was so great that it seemed that our purpose would be better served by a literal translation than by footnotes so numerous as to make ...
... Gawain and the Green Knight , The Pearl , and Piers Plowman , the amount of glossary required was so great that it seemed that our purpose would be better served by a literal translation than by footnotes so numerous as to make ...
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... GAWAIN AND THE GREEN KNIGHT FYTTE THE FIRST . FYTTE THE SECOND FYTTE THE THIRD FYTTE THE FOURTH WILLIAM LANGLAND ( ? ) THE VISION OF WILLIAM CONCERNING PIERS THE PLOUGHMAN JOHN GOWER CONFESSIO AMANTIS The Tale of Florent • The Tale of ...
... GAWAIN AND THE GREEN KNIGHT FYTTE THE FIRST . FYTTE THE SECOND FYTTE THE THIRD FYTTE THE FOURTH WILLIAM LANGLAND ( ? ) THE VISION OF WILLIAM CONCERNING PIERS THE PLOUGHMAN JOHN GOWER CONFESSIO AMANTIS The Tale of Florent • The Tale of ...
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... Gawain and the Green Knight , the excerpt from the original text , for the main pecu- liarities of the manuscript . The italic letters , like n here , are indicated in the MS . only by a sign of contraction . 3 Each stanza in the sets ...
... Gawain and the Green Knight , the excerpt from the original text , for the main pecu- liarities of the manuscript . The italic letters , like n here , are indicated in the MS . only by a sign of contraction . 3 Each stanza in the sets ...
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... be p : eued of prys wyth penyes to buy , in daye ; pe comlokest to diserye , per glent with yзen gray ; A semloker pat euer he syze , Soth most no mon say . SIR GAWAIN AND THE GREEN KNIGHT 20 SYR GAWAYN AND THE GRENE KNYZT.
... be p : eued of prys wyth penyes to buy , in daye ; pe comlokest to diserye , per glent with yзen gray ; A semloker pat euer he syze , Soth most no mon say . SIR GAWAIN AND THE GREEN KNIGHT 20 SYR GAWAYN AND THE GRENE KNYZT.
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Selected Poems William Allan Neilson, Kenneth Grant Tremayne Webster. SIR GAWAIN AND THE GREEN KNIGHT. FYTTE THE FIRST 1. After the siege and the assault had ceased at Troy , the city been ... GAWAIN AND THE GREEN KNIGHT FYTTE THE FIRST.
Selected Poems William Allan Neilson, Kenneth Grant Tremayne Webster. SIR GAWAIN AND THE GREEN KNIGHT. FYTTE THE FIRST 1. After the siege and the assault had ceased at Troy , the city been ... GAWAIN AND THE GREEN KNIGHT FYTTE THE FIRST.
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Page 86 - For if he yaf, he dorste make avaunt, He wiste that a man was repentaunt. For many a man so hard is of his herte, He may nat wepe al-thogh him sore smerte. 230 Therfore, in stede of weping and preyeres, Men moot yeve silver to the povre freres.
Page 84 - Of court, and been estatlich of manere, And to ben holden digne of reverence. But, for to speken of hir conscience, She was so charitable and so pitous, She wolde wepe, if that she sawe a mous Caught in a trappe, if it were deed or bledde.
Page 267 - The first line that Sir Patrick red, A loud lauch lauched he ; The next line that Sir Patrick red, The teir blinded his ee. " O wha is this has don this deid, This ill deid don to me, To send me out this time o' the yeir, To sail upon the se ! " Mak hast, mak haste, my mirry men all.
Page 301 - So thus did both these nobles die, Whose courage none could stain. An English archer then perceived The noble earl was slain ; He had a bow bent in his hand, Made of a trusty tree; An arrow of a cloth-yard long To the hard head drew he. Against Sir Hugh Mountgomery So right the shaft he set, The gray goose-wing that was thereon In his heart's blood was wet. This fight did last from break of day Till setting of the sun; For when they rung the evening-bell The battle scarce was done.
Page 84 - After the scole of Stratford atte Bowe, For Frensh of Paris was to hir unknowe. At mete wel y-taught was she with-alle; She leet no morsel from hir lippes falle, Ne wette hir fingres in hir sauce depe.
Page 248 - And what wul ye leive to your bairns and your wife, Edward, Edward? And what wul ye leive to your bairns and your wife, Whan ye gang ovir the sea O? " " The warldis room, late them beg thrae life, Mither, mither, The warldis room, late them beg thrae life, For thame nevir mair wul I see O." 7. " And what wul ye leive to your ain mither deir, Edward, Edward ? And what wul ye leive to your ain mither deir ? My deir son, now tell me O." " The curse of hell f rae me sail ye beir, Mither, mither, The...
Page 89 - He sette nat his benefice to hyre, And leet his sheep encombred in the myre, And ran to London, un-to seynt Poules, To seken him a chaunterie for soules...
Page 92 - Now, lordynges, trewely Ye been to me right welcome hertely : For by my trouthe, if that I shal nat lye, I ne saugh this yeer so mery a compaignye At ones in this herberwe as is now. Fayn wolde I doon yow mirthe, wiste I how. And of a mirthe I am right now bithoght, To doon yow ese, and it shal coste noght.
Page 86 - A CLERK ther was of Oxenford also That un-to logik hadde longe y-go. As lene was his hors as is a rake, And he nas nat right fat, I undertake, But loked holwe, and ther-to soberly. Ful thredbar was his overest courtepy; For he had geten him yet no benefyce, Ne was so worldly for to have offyce.
Page 252 - In behint yon auld fail dyke I wot there lies a new-slain knight ; And naebody kens that he lies there But his hawk, his hound, and lady fair. " His hound is to the hunting gane, His hawk to fetch the wild-fowl hame, His lady's ta'en another mate, So we may mak our dinner sweet. " Ye'll sit on his white hause-bane, And I'll pike out his bonny blue een : Wi' ae lock o' his gowden hair We'll theek our nest when it grows bare.