Mittelenslische Sprach- und Literaturproben Deuausg von Matzners Alteng Fischen Sprachproben Mit etymologischem Wörterbuch zurgleich für ChaucerWeidmannsche Buchhandlung, 1927 - 423 pages |
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Page 127 - Heo is coral of godnesse, Heo is rubie of ryhtfulnesse, Heo is cristal of clannesse, ant baner of bealte ; Heo is lilie of largesse, Heo is parvenke of prouesse, Heo is solsecle of suetnesse, ant ledy of lealte.
Page 253 - Now put me in to the barge," sayd the kyng. And so he dyd softelye. And there receyved hym thre quenes wyth grete mornyng and soo they sette hem doun and in one of their lappes Kyng Arthur layed hys heed. And than that quene sayd, "A, dere broder, why have ye taryed so longe from me? Alas, this wounde on your heed hath caught overmoche colde.
Page 252 - A traytour vntrewe sayd kyng Arthur now hast thou betrayed me twyse. Who wold haue wente that thou that hast been to me so leef and dere and thou arte named a noble knyghte and wold betraye me for the richesse of the swerde. But now goo ageyn lyghtly for thy longe taryeng putteth me in grete jeopardye of my lyf.
Page 216 - Bot what ende has thou mayde with the hyrdys, Mak? Mak. The last worde that thay sayde when I turnyd my bak, Thay wold looke that thay hade thare shepe all the pak. I hope thay wyll nott be well payde when thay thare shepe lak, Perde. Bot howso the gam gose, To me thay wylu suppose And make a fowll noyse And cry outt apon me. 49 Bot thou must do as thou hyght.
Page 252 - your commaundement shal be doon, and lyghtly brynge you worde ageyn." So Syr Bedwere departed, and by the waye he behelde that noble swerde, that the pomel and the hafte was al of precyous stones ; and thenne he sayd to hym self, " Yf I throwe this ryche swerde in the water, therof shal never come good, but harme and losse.
Page 197 - A man of .xl. poundes-worth god is leid to .xii. pans rounde ; And also much paieth another that poverte hath brouht to grounde, And hath an hep of girles sittende aboute the flet.
Page 200 - So that for that shrewedom that regneth in the lond, I drede me that God us hath forlaft out of his hond...
Page 174 - I wolde go the middel weie And wryte a bok betwen the tweie, Somwhat of lust, somewhat of lore, That of the lasse or of the more Som man mai lyke of that I wryte...
Page 51 - On hise shuldre, of gold red She saw a swibe noble croiz; Of an angel she herde a voyz...
Page 143 - My joy for-thy watz much the more. Ho profered me speche, that special spece, Enclynande lowe in wommon lore; 200 Caghte of her coroun of grete tresore, And haylsed me wyth a lote lyghte.