The Canterbury tales of Chaucer, with notes by T. Tyrwhitt. [ed. by C.C. Clarke].

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Página xl - Tis true I cannot go so far as he who published the last edition of him; for he would make us believe the fault is in our ears, and that there were really ten syllables in a verse where we find but nine...
Página 4 - Embrouded was he, as it were a mede Al ful of fresshe floures, whyte and rede. 90 Singinge he was, or floytinge, al the day ; He was as fresh as is the month of May.
Página 34 - I n'ot which was the finer of them two) Ere it was day, as she was wont to do, She was arisen and all ready dight, For May will have no sluggardy a-night : The season pricketh every gentle heart, And maketh him out of his sleep to start, And saith "Arise, and do thine observance.
Página 102 - Wincing she was, as is a jolly colt, Long as a mast, and upright as a bolt.
Página 48 - Is ridden to the fieldes him to play, Out of the court, were it a mile or tway : And to the grove, of which that I you told, By aventure his way...
Página xlviii - ... thulke speche that hii of hem nome ; Vor bote a man couthe French me tolth of hym wel lute ; Ac lowe men holdeth to Englyss and to her kunde speche yute.
Página 10 - And busily gan for the soules pray Of them that gave him <25> wherewith to scholay* Of study took he moste care and heed. Not one word spake he more than was need; And that was said in form and reverence, And short and quick, and full of high sentence. Sounding in moral virtue was his speech, And gladly would he learn, and gladly teach.
Página 86 - Fredom, and al that longeth to that art, So Jupiter have of my soule part, As in this world right now ne knowe I non So worthy to ben loved as Palamon, That serveth yow, and wol don al his lyf. And if that ever ye shul been a wyf, Foryet nat Palamon, the gentil man.
Página xxxix - The verse of Chaucer, I confess, is not harmonious to us; but is like the eloquence of one whom Tacitus commends, it was auribus istius temporis accommodata : they who lived with him, and some time after him, thought it musical ; and it continues so even in our judgment, if compared with the numbers of Lydgate and Gower, his contemporaries : there is the rude sweetness of a Scotch tune in it, which is natural and pleasing, though not perfect.
Página 67 - And that, a sleeve embroider'd by his love. With Palamon, above the rest in place, Lycurgus came, the surly king of Thrace ; Black was his beard, and manly was his face: The...

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