Fabliaux Or Tales, Abridged from French Manuscripts of the XIIth and XIIIth Centuries, Volume 2Legrand (cit.) J. Rodwell, 1815 |
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Aristotle arms Arthur Avalonia awhile barons beauteous behold beneath bless'd bower Bretany Carduel castle ceas'd chanc'd charms chivalry courser court cried dame damsel dear declar'd deed delight doom eyes Fabliau fair fair isle fairy faithless gallant Gaul grace Gruélan Guenever guest hand heart Hippocrates honour hour king King Ban knight lady lance Lancelot du Lac Launcelot LAY OF SIR Line Line 14 lord lov'd love's lover loyal luckless Mademoiselle Marie maid mark'd mind mistress mortal mov'd Narcissus ne'er nigh Nogiva's nought o'er own'd pass'd plac'd prayer press'd prince queen remain'd rest return'd Rous'd royal RUTEBEUF Scarce seem'd Sir Gawaine Sir Gugemer Sir Lanval sire soul sovereign spake sped squire stay'd steed stood straight strange strove sweet sword tale thee thine thou thought tournament tower turn'd twain twas vale victor knight warriour ween ween'd WEYBRIDGE wight word wrought youth
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Page 214 - that Sir Launcelot, there thou liest, thou were never matched of none earthly knight's hands ; and thou were the courtliest knight that ever bare shield ; and thou were the truest friend to thy lover that ever bestrode horse ; and thou were the truest lover, of a sinful man, that ever loved woman ; and thou were the kindest man that ever...
Page 214 - Christian knights; and now I dare say," said Sir Ector, "thou Sir Launcelot, there thou liest, that thou were never matched of earthly knight's hand ; and thou were the courtliest knight that ever bare shield ; and thou were the truest friend to thy lover that ever bestrode horse ; and thou were the truest lover of a sinful man that ever loved woman ; and thou were the kindest man that ever...
Page 214 - And thou were the kindest man that ever struck with sword. And thou were the goodliest person that ever came among press of knights. And thou was the meekest man and the gentlest that ever ate in hall among ladies. And thou were the sternest knight to thy mortal foe that ever put spear in the rest.
Page 237 - The sea gradually encroaching on the shore hath ravined from Cornwall the whole tract of country called...
Page 186 - Eftsoons they hie them all to look If haply in some dell or nook His body might be found. Through all the day they sped their quest ; The night fled on, they took no rest ; Returns the morning hour : When, lo ! at peeping of the dawn. It chanced a varlet boy was drawn Nigh to the mulberry-bower.
Page 222 - Can any mortal mixture of earth's mould Breathe such divine enchanting ravishment ? Sure something holy lodges in that breast, And with these raptures moves the vocal air To testify his hidden residence.
Page 223 - Hence, M. Le Grand conjectures, " that the crimson dye being, from its costliness, used only on cloths of the finest manufacture, the term crimson came at length to signify, not the colour, but the texture, of the stuff.
Page 183 - gan to stretch and strain Some nether bough to take. A nether bough he raught at last ; He with his right hand held it fast, And with his left him fed : His sturdy mare abode the shock, And bore, as steadfast as a rock, The struggling overhead. So feasted long the merry priest, Nor much bethought him of his beast Till hunger's rage was ended : Then, " Sooth ! " quoth he, " whoe'er should cry, ' What ho, fair sir ! ' in passing by, Would leave me here suspended.
Page 192 - Cokaigne. Sooth to say, it was a place Bless'd with Heaven's especial grace ; For every road and every street Smoked with food for man to eat : Pilgrims there might halt at will, There might sit and feast their fill, In goodly bowers that lined the way, Free for all, and nought to pay. Through that blissful realm divine Roll'da sparkling flood of wine : Clear the sky, and soft the air, For eternal spring was there ; And, all around, the groves among, Countless dance, and ceaseless song. Strife and...
Page 185 - But rolled and roared in vain : For there algates he must abide The glowing noon, the eventide, The livelong night and all ; The whiles with saddle swinging round, And bridle trailing on the ground, His mare bespoke his fall. O, then his household...