Early English Lyrics: Amorous, Divine, Moral & TrivialSidgwick & Jackson, Limited, 1926 - 384 pagina's |
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Early English Lyrics: Amorous, Divine, Moral and Trivial Edmund Kerchever Chambers Volledige weergave - 1926 |
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A. H. BULLEN Addl Ballads Balliol 354 banisshed baselard bere bliss Blondels de Nesle Böddeker carols chanson chanson courtois chansons d'aventure Charles of Orleans Chaucer child Crist dere deth doth dyry Edited English erthe F. J. Furnivall facsimile fader Fehr fifteenth century flour Flügel Furnivall GEOFFREY CHAUCER grene grete Harl hath Henry Henry VIII hertė heven hire hoyda iwis Jhesu king lady Latin lemmon lollai lord lyric maid maiden manuscript Mary mede mery moder Music Percy Society poem Poet poetry popular Porkington pray Printed Anglia Printed Archiv Printed Wright quene Quia amore langueo rede refrain Richard Rolle Rimbault Ritson schall sche seide shuld sing Sith slepe Sloane sone song stanza Suetė sweet swete thee thou art trew trouvère unto verse W. W. Skeat wele wepe whan withouten Wolcum wolde xxvi ΙΟ
Populaire passages
Pagina 358 - That light we see is burning in my hall. How far that little candle throws his beams ! So shines a good deed in a naughty world.
Pagina 23 - Sin I fro Love escaped am so fat, I never thenk to ben in his prison lene; Sin I am free, I counte him not a bene.
Pagina 305 - Enprynted at London in the fletestrete at the sygne of the sonne, by Wynkyn de Worde prynter vnto the moost excellent pryncesse my lady the kynges graundame. In the yere of our lorde god M.CCCCC and ix the xij daye of the moneth of Juyn.
Pagina 289 - As clerkes finden Wreten in here book. Ne hadde the appil take ben, The appil taken ben, Ne hadde never our lady A ben hevene quene. Blessed be the time That appil take was. Therefore we moun singen Deo gracias.
Pagina 65 - O western wind, when wilt thou blow, That the small rain down can rain? Christ, that my love were in my arms, And I in my bed again!
Pagina 121 - was to him said. Ut hoy ! For in his pipe he made so much joy. The...
Pagina 6 - An hendy hap ichabbe y-hent, Ichot from heuene it is me sent, From alle wymmen mi loue is lent Ant lyht on Alysoun. On heu hire her is fayr y-noh, Hire browe broune, hire eye blake...
Pagina 20 - I brenne ay in an amorous plesaunce. Do what you list, I wil your thral be founde, Thogh ye to me ne do no daliaunce.
Pagina 50 - Merry Margaret, As midsummer flower, Gentle as falcon Or hawk of the tower: With solace and gladness, Much mirth and no madness, All good and no badness; So joyously, So maidenly, So womanly Her demeaning In every thing, Far, far passing That I can indite, Or suffice to write Of Merry Margaret As midsummer flower Gentle as falcon Or hawk of the tower.
Pagina 168 - THE firste stok, fader of gentilesse — What man that claymeth gentil for to be Must folowe his trace, and alle his wittes dresse Vertu to sewe, and vyces for to flee. For unto vertu longeth dignitee, 5 And noght the revers, saufly dar I deme, Al were he mytre, croune, or diademe.