The Complete Works of John Gower: English works (Confessio amantis, prol.-lib. v. 1970)Clarendon Press, 1901 - Latin poetry |
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Amans anon aweie ayein Chaucer chiere cleped comun Confessio Amantis Confessor Constance dede deth ensample evere exemplum fader feith ferst Forthi forto fulofte goddes goth Gower gret grete hast hath herde herte hevene hiede hiere hihe hire hise honde Iphis kepe king kniht knyht ladi Latin lich lond lord manere mannes margin matiere mihte Mirour myhte natheles noght noman nyht oghne oght othre Ovid Prol quod recension rede reson rhyme riht schal sche scholde seide seie seith sette Slowthe Sone sorwe sothe speke stant stod stonde tale thanne thee thenke ther therupon thilke thing thoghte thou schalt thurgh tofore told Touchende Troie understonde unto vice weie weren werre whan whanne Wher Wherof wise wiste wite withinne wolde wole wolt womman word wroghte
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Page 515 - Then shall they again loose their hands; and the man shall give unto the woman a ring, laying the same upon the book with the accustomed duty to the Priest and Clerk.
Page xxxi - It could be likened unto the confusion of tongues at the building of the Tower of Babel.
Page xvii - This litel laste book thou gye ! Nat that I wilne, for maistrye, Here art poetical be shewed ; But, for the rym is light and lewed, Yit make hit sumwhat agreable, Though som vers faile in a sillable ; And that I do no diligence To shewe craft, but o sentence.
Page 512 - ... at medio torus est ebeno sublimis in antro, 610 plumeus, unicolor, pullo velamine tectus, quo cubat ipse deus membris languore solutis. hunc circa passim varias imitantia formas somnia vana iacent totidem, quot messis aristas, silva gerit frondes, eiectas litus harenas.
Page 502 - Sic ubi fata vocant, udis abiectus in herbis ad vada Maeandri concinit albus olor.
Page x - Forthi the Stile of my writinges Fro this day forth I thenke change And speke of thing is noght so strange...
Page 382 - Alihte, forto clepe or crie : Ther is no cok to crowe day, Ne beste non which noise may The hell, bot al aboute round Ther is growende upon the ground Popi, which berth the sed of slep, With othre herbes suche an hep. A stille water for the nones Rennende upon the smale stones, Which hihte of Lethes the rivere, Under that hell in such manere Ther is, which yifth gret appetit To slepe.
Page 1 - Of hem that writen ous tofore The bokes duelle, and we therfore Ben tawht of that was write tho: Forthi good is that we also In oure tyme among ous hiere Do wryte of newe som matiere, Essampled of these olde wyse...
Page 78 - And thoghte, as he rod to and fro, That chese he mot on of the tuo, Or forto take hire to his wif Or elles forto lese his lif. And thanne he caste his avantage, That sche was of so gret an age, That...
Page 42 - For love, whos servant I am, And why the cause is that I cam. So thenke I to don bothe tuo, Ferst that myn ordre longeth to, The vices forto telle arewe, Bot next above alle othre schewe Of love I wol the propretes, How that thei stonde be degrees After the disposicioun Of Venus, whos condicioun 260 I moste folwe, as I am holde.