English Masterpieces, Volym 1P. Owen, 1957 |
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... quod I , " why wiltow lette " 7 More of my tale than another man , Sin that it is the beste rym I can ? " 47 me 48 " By god , " quod he , " for pleynly , at a word , Thy drasty ryming is nat worth a tord ; Thou doost nought elles but ...
... quod I , " why wiltow lette " 7 More of my tale than another man , Sin that it is the beste rym I can ? " 47 me 48 " By god , " quod he , " for pleynly , at a word , Thy drasty ryming is nat worth a tord ; Thou doost nought elles but ...
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... quod he , " my swevene recche 72 aright , And keep my body out of foul prisoun ! Me mette , how that I romed up and ... quod she , " fy on yow , hertelees ! Allas ! " quod she , " for , by that god above , Now han ye lost myn herte and ...
... quod he , " my swevene recche 72 aright , And keep my body out of foul prisoun ! Me mette , how that I romed up and ... quod she , " fy on yow , hertelees ! Allas ! " quod she , " for , by that god above , Now han ye lost myn herte and ...
Sida 145
... quod he , " I shrewe 89 us bothe two , And first I shrewe my - self , bothe blood and bones , If thou bigyle me ofter than ones . Thou shalt na - more , thurgh thy flaterye , Do me to singe and winke with myn yë . For he that winketh ...
... quod he , " I shrewe 89 us bothe two , And first I shrewe my - self , bothe blood and bones , If thou bigyle me ofter than ones . Thou shalt na - more , thurgh thy flaterye , Do me to singe and winke with myn yë . For he that winketh ...
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MIDDLE ENGLISH LITERATURE | 58 |
GEOFFREY CHAUCER | 97 |
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1st Shep 2nd Shep 3rd Shep beauty Ben Jonson Beowulf called Chaucer court dead dear death doth earth Ecgtheow English eyes fair father fear frier give glory gold grace green Grendel hand hath head Healfdene heard heart Heaven Hell Heorot hero honor Hrothgar Hygelac Iliad John Johnson Jutes king King Arthur knight lady leave live look Lord Lord Randal Majesty mind morning mother nature never noble o'er Ovid poem poet poetry praise prince Queen quoth Robin Hood round Scyldings shal sing Sir Bedivere Sir Gawain Sir Lucan Sir Mordred song soon soul sweet sword tell thee ther thine things thou hast thought took tree twa sisters unto verse whan wife wolde words