Poetical Works of Geoffrey Chaucer, Том 1J.W. Parker, 1854 |
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Сторінка 79 - Somtyme with the lord of Palatye, Ageyn another hethen in Turkye : And evermore he hadde a sovereyn prys. And though that he were worthy, he was wys, And of his port as meke as is a mayde. He never yet no vileinye ne sayde 70 In al his lyf, un-to no maner wight. He was a verray parfit gentil knight.
Сторінка 178 - What is this world? what asketh men to have? Now with his love, now in his colde grave Allone, withouten any compaignye.
Сторінка 80 - Embrouded was he, as it were a mede Al ful of fresshe floures, whyte and rede.
Сторінка 107 - For this ye knowen al so wel as I, Whoso shal telle a tale after a man, He moot reherce as ny as evere he kan Everich a word, if it be in his charge, Al speke he never so rudeliche and large, Or ellis he moot telle his tale untrewe, Or feyne thyng, or fynde wordes newe.
Сторінка 75 - The holy blisful martir for to seeke, That hem hath holpen whan that they were seeke.
Сторінка 77 - But natheles, whyl I have tyme and space, Er that I ferther in this tale pace, Me thinketh it acordaunt to resoun, To telle yow al the condicioun Of ech of hem, so as it semed...
Сторінка 115 - WHILOM, as olde stories tellen us, Ther was a duk that highte Theseus; Of Athenes he was lord and governour, And in his tyme swich a conquerour, That gretter was ther non under the sonne. Ful many a riche contre...
Сторінка 92 - So chaunged he his mete and his soper. Ful many a fat partrich hadde he in mewe, And many a breem and many a luce in stewe.
Сторінка 86 - Of prikyng and of huntyng for the hare Was al his lust, for no cost wolde he spare.