The Student's Chaucer: Being a Complete Edition of His Works Ed. from Numerous ManuscriptsMacmillan and Company, 1894 - 881 pages |
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Page 421 - Hir nose tretys ; hir eyen greye as glas ; Hir mouth ful smal, and ther-to softe and reed ; But sikerly she hadde a fair forheed ; It was almost a spanne brood, I trowe ; 155 For, hardily, she was nat undergrowe. Ful fetis was hir cloke, as I was war.
Page 429 - now herkneth for the beste; 790 But tak it not, I prey yow, in desdeyn; This is the poynt, to speken short and pleyn...
Page 423 - For his science, and for his heigh renoun Of fees and robes hadde he many oon. So greet a purchasour was nowher noon. Al was fee simple to him in effect, His purchasing mighte nat been infect. 320 Nowher so bisy a man as he ther nas, And yet he semed bisier than he was.
Page 428 - Or feyne thing, or finde wordes newe. He may nat spare, al-thogh he were his brother; He moot as wel seye o word as another. Crist spak him-self ful brode in holy writ, And wel ye woot, no vileinye is it. 74 Eek Plato seith, who-so that can him rede, The wordes mote be cosin to the dede.
Page 350 - And to hem yive I feyth and ful credence, And in myn herte have hem in reverence So hertely, that ther is game noon That fro my bokes maketh me to goon...
Page 313 - I see there is no bettre way, And that to late is now for me to rewe, To Diomede algate I wol be trewe.
Page 420 - 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. Wel coude she carie a morsel, and wel kepe, 130 That no drope ne fille up-on hir brest.
Page 641 - that maked me! For wel I woot that it shal nevere bityde. Lat swiche folies out of youre herte slyde. What deyntee sholde a man han in his lyf For to go love another mannes wyf, That hath hir...
Page 547 - Whan that the month in which the world bigan, That highte March, whan God first maked man...
Page 423 - Souninge in moral vertu was his speche, And gladly wolde he lerne, and gladly teche.