Mittelenglische Sprach- und Literaturproben: mit etymologischen Wörterbuch zugleich für ChaucerWeidmann, 1927 - 423 pages |
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Middle English Literature: Mittelenglische Sprach-und Literaturproben Alois Brandl,Otto Zippel No preview available - 1965 |
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Page 178 - Pulvere certa ferae totoque expalluit ore Pyramus; ut vero vestem quoque sanguine tinctam Repperit, "Una duos" inquit "nox perdet amantes, E quibus ilia fuit longa dignissima vita; Nostra nocens anima est.
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 142 - I se; by;onde bat myry mere A crystal clyffe ful relusaunt; Mony ryal ray con fro hit rere. At be fote berof ber sete a faunt, A mayden of menske...
Page 250 - Darthur | notwythstondyng it treateth of the byrth | lyf | and actes of the sayd kyng Arthur | of his noble knyghtes of the rounde table | theyr mervayllous enquestes and aduentures | thachyeuynge of the sangreal | and in thende the dolorous deth & departyng out of thys world of them al...
Page 88 - Et dixit illis angelus: Nolite timere: ecce enim evangelizo vobis gaudium magnum, quod erit omni populo: 15 quia natus est vobis hodie Salvator, qui est Christus Dominus, in civitate David. Et hoc vobis signum: Invenietis infantem pannis involutum, et positum in praesepio.
Page 251 - Sir, latte hym be,' seyde sir Lucan, "for he ys unhappy. And yf ye passe this unhappy day ye shall by ryght well revenged. And, good lord, remembre ye of your nyghtes dreme and what the spyryte of sir Gawayne tolde you tonyght, and yet God of Hys grete goodnes hath preserved you hyddirto. And for Goddes sake, my lorde, leve of thys, for...
Page 214 - Uxor. Bot so long goys the pott to the water, men says, At last Comys it home broken.
Page 45 - I got not it by sea, I got it by land, And I got it, madam, out of your own hand.
Page 250 - Ihesu mercy, sayd the kyng, where are al my noble knyghtes becomen? Alas that ever I shold 105 see thys dolefull day, for now, sayd Arthur, I am come to myn ende. But wolde to God that I wyste where were that traytour Syr Mordred that hath caused alle thys meschyef. Thenne was kyng Arthure ware where syr Mordred lenyd upon his swerde emonge a grete hepe of deed men. Now gyve me my spere, sayd Arthur unto Syr Lucan, for yonder I no have espyed the traytour that alle thys woo hath wrought.
Page 214 - By the nakyd nek art thou lyke for to hyng. Mak. Do way: I am worthy my mete, *® For in a strate can I gett More then thay that swynke and swette All the long day, 36 Thus it fell to my lott.