A Literary Middle English Reader

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Albert Stanburrough Cook
Ginn, 1915 - 554 sayfa

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Sayfa 377 - After the scole of Stratford atte Bowe, 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.
Sayfa 217 - They yelleden as feendes doon in helle ; The dokes cryden as men wolde hem quelle ; The gees for fere flowen over the trees; Out of the hyve cam the swarm of bees; So hidous was the noyse, a! benedicite! Certes, he Jakke Straw, and his meynee...
Sayfa 201 - Ne him that is agast of every tool, Ne noon avauntour, by that god above! How dorste ye seyn for shame unto your love, That any thing mighte make yow aferd?
Sayfa 202 - I telle also, That werken many a man in sleep ful wo; But I wol passe as lightly as I can. Lo Catoun, which that was so wys a man, Seyde he nat thus, ne do no fors of dremes? Now, sire,' quod she, 'whan we flee fro the bemes.
Sayfa 210 - And with that word he fley doun fro the beem, For it was day, and eek his hennes alle; And with a chuk he gan hem for to calle, For he had founde a corn, lay in the yerd.
Sayfa 216 - and after him they ran, And eek with staves many another man ; Ran Colle our dogge, and Talbot, and Gerland, And Malkin, with a distaf in hir hand ; Ran cow and calf, and eek the verray hogges So were they fered for berking of the dogges And shouting of the men and wimmen eke, They ronne so, hem thoughte hir herte breke.
Sayfa 402 - MISERERE mei Deus : secundum magnam misericordiam tuam. Et secundum multitudinem miserationum tuarum : dele iniquitatem meam. Amplius lava me ab iniquitate mea : et a peccato meo munda me.
Sayfa 209 - But he was slayn anoon of Achilles. But thilke tale is al to long to telle; And eek it is ny day, I may nat dwelle.
Sayfa 218 - y-doon trespas, In-as-muche as I maked yow aferd, Whan I yow hente, and broghte out of the yerd ; But, sire, I dide it in no wikke entente ; Com doun, and I shal telle yow what I mente. I shal seye sooth to yow, god help me so.
Sayfa 216 - Whan they had seyn of Chauntecleer the sighte. But sovereynly dame Pertelote shrighte...

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