Die wirkungen des rhythmus in der sprache von Chaucer und GowerC. Winter, 1916 - 271 pages |
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Page 53 - For he was grounded in astronomye. He kepte his pacient a ful greet del In houres, by his magik naturel. Wel coude he fortunen the ascendent Of his images for his pacient. He knew the cause of everich maladye, Were it of hoot or cold, or moiste, or drye, And where engendred, and of what humour ; He was a verrey parfit practisour.
Page 216 - Up-on his feet, and in his hand a staf. This noble ensample to his sheep he yaf, That first he wroghte, and afterward he taughte ; Out of the gospel he tho...
Page 206 - That slepen al the night with open ye, (So priketh hem nature in hir corages) : Than longen folk to goon on pilgrimages (And palmers for to seken straunge strondes) To feme halwes, couthe in sondry londes ; And specially, from every shires ende Of Engelond, to Caunterbury they wende, The holy blisful martir for to seke, That hem hath holpen, whan that they were seke.
Page 162 - That, of alle the floures in the mede, Than love I most these floures whyte and rede, Swiche as men callen daysies in our toun. To hem have I so greet affeccioun, As I seyde erst, whan comen is the May, That in my bed ther daweth me no day That I nam...
Page 244 - His yonge sone, that three yeer was of age, Un-to him seyde, ' fader, why do ye wepe ? Whan wol the gayler bringen our potage, Is ther no morsel breed that ye do kepe ? I am so hungry that I may nat slepe. Now wolde god that I mighte slepen ever ! Than sholde nat hunger in my wombe crepe ; Ther is no thing, save breed, that me were lever.
Page 132 - Se how they blede! be they noght wel arrayed? Thus hath hir lord, the god of love, ypayed Hir wages and hir fees for hir servyse ! And yet they wenen for to been ful wyse That serven love, for aught that may bifalle.
Page 137 - He seith, he can no difference finde Bitwix a man that is out of his minde And a man which that is dronkelewe, But that woodnesse, y-fallen in a shrewe, Persevereth lenger than doth dronkenesse.
Page 81 - With us ther was a DOCTOUR OF PHISYK, In al this world ne was ther noon him lyk To speke of phisik and of surgerye; For he was grounded in astronomye.
Page 234 - And with that word it happed him, par cas, To take the botel ther the poyson was, And drank, and yaf his felawe drinke also, For which anon they storven bothe two. But, certes, I suppose that...
Page 187 - But ones niltow, for thy coward herte, And for thyn ire and folish wilfulnesse, For wantrust, tellen of thy sorwes smerte, Ne to thyn owene help do bisinesse As muche as speke a resoun more or lesse, But lyest as he that list of no-thing recche.