Lays of the minnesingers or German troubadours of the twelfth and thirteenth centuries [ed. by E. Taylor.].

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Edgar Taylor
Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, Brown and Green, 1825 - 326 pagina's
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Pagina 39 - Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away. For, lo, the winter is past, The rain is over and gone ; The flowers appear on the earth ; The time of the singing of birds is come, And the voice of the turtle is heard in our land ; The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, And the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
Pagina 230 - THE beautiful spring delights me well, When flowers and leaves are growing ; And it pleases my heart to hear the swell Of the birds' sweet chorus flowing, In the echoing wood ; And I love to see, all scattered around, Pavilions and tents on the martial ground ; And my spirit finds it good To see, on the level plains beyond, Gay knights and steeds caparison'd.
Pagina 154 - In a snowy vest, There grass is growing, With dewdrops glowing, And flowers are seen On beds so green. All down in the grove, Around, above, Sweet music floats ; As now loudly vying, Now softly sighing, The nightingale 's plying Her tuneful notes, And joyous at spring Her companions sing.
Pagina 205 - There strayed I in that hour. Roaming on, the nightingale Sang sweetly in my ear ; And by the greenwood's shady side A dream came to me there ; Fast by the fountain, where bright flowers Of sparkling hue we see, Close sheltered from the summer beat, That vision came to me.
Pagina 164 - Hath banished care, finds many a joy: And I too would be gay, Were the load of pining care away; Were my lady kind, my soul were light, — Joy crowning joy would raise its flight. . . The flowers, leaves, hills, the vale, and mead. And May with all its light...
Pagina 233 - As they who tell those tales have grossly lied. When I approach the gaming board to play, May I not turn a penny all the day, Or may the board be shut, the dice untrue, If the truth dwell not in me, when I say No other fair e'er wiled my heart away, From her I've long desired and loved — from you. Or, prisoner to some noble, may I fill Together with three more, some dungeon chill Unto each other odious company; Let master, servants, porters, try their skill, And use me for a target if they will,...
Pagina 168 - WHO would summer pleasures try, Let him to the meadows hie. O'er the mountain, in the vale, Gladsome sounds and sights prevail : In the fields fresh flowers are springing. In the boughs new carols singing, Richly in sweet harmony There the birds new music ply. This is all thine own, sweet May ! As thy softer breezes play, Snow and frost-work melt away. Old and young, come forth ! for ye Winter-bound again are free ; Up ! ye shall not grieve again. Look upon that verdant plain, Its gloomy robe no...
Pagina 157 - she cried, " Who can fly where he list, And can choose in the forest The tree he loves best ! " Thus, too, had I chosen One knight for mine own, Him my eye had selected, Him prized I alone : But other fair ladies Have envied my joy , And why ? for I sought not Their bliss to destroy. " As to thee, lovely summer, Returns the birds...
Pagina 140 - MAY, sweet May, again is come, May that frees the land from gloom ; Children, children, up and see All her stores of jollity ! On the laughing hedgerow's side She hath spread her treasures wide ; She is in the greenwood shade, Where the nightingale hath made Every branch and every tree Ring with her sweet melody.
Pagina 120 - My prowess, tried in hour of need, Alike with maiden fair shall speed. With golden ring in Russia's land To me the virgin plights her hand.

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