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Seite xxiii - We can only say that he lived in the infancy of our poetry, and that nothing is brought to perfection at the first. We must be children before we grow men. There was an Ennius, and in process of time a Lucilius and a Lucretius, before Virgil and Horace...
Seite ccxvii - A KNIGHT ther was, and that a worthy man, That fro the tyme that he first bigan To ryden out, he loved chivalrye, Trouthe and honour, fredom and curteisye.
Seite ccliii - The yelding of his seed, and of his grain. His lordes shepe, his nete, and his deirie, His swine, his hors, his store, and his pultrie, Were holly in this reves governing, And by his covenant yave he rekening, Sin that his lord was twenty yere of age; Ther coude no man bring him in arerage. Ther n'as baillif, ne herde, ne other hine, That he ne knew his sleight and his covine: They were adradde of him, as of the deth. His wonning was ful fayre upon an heth, With grene trees yshadewed was his place.
Seite ccl - The MILLER was a stout carl for the nones, Ful bigge he was of braun, and eke of bones; That proved wel, for over all ther he came, At wrastling he wold bere away the ram. He was short shuldered brode, a thikke gnarre, Ther n'as no dore, that he n'olde heve of barre, Or breke it at a renning with his hede.
Seite 26 - For which thou art ybounden as a knight To helpen me, if it lie in thy might, Or elles art thou false I dare well say'n.
Seite 52 - And they him sware his axing fayr and wel, And him of lordship and of mercie praid, And he hem granted grace, and thus he said : To speke of real linage and richesse, Though that she were a quene or a...
Seite cclv - Than wolde he speke, and crie as he were wood. And whan that he wel dronken had the win, Than wold he speken no word but Latin.
Seite ccxxxiv - Than robes riche, or fidel, or sautrie. But all be that he was a philosophre, Yet hadde he but litel gold in cofre...