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The Man of Law's Tale: The Nun's Priest's Tale; The Squire's Tale
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Alhazen Alla's Anglo-Norman anon Aries bade befell bird bliss Boethius Cambuscan Canacee Chanticleer Chaucer child Christ Christian Cock cried cursed dame Custance daughter dear death Donegild doth dread dream E'en e'er emperor evermore eyes fain fair Custance faith falcon father feast fiend Gengis Khan gentle GEOFFREY CHAUCER Gower grace hath heard heart heaven Hermengild holy honour horse of brass innocent Jack Straw Khan king Knaresborough knew knight Kublai Khan land Law's Tale lines lord magic messenger mother murdered naught ne'er Nicholas Trivet noble numbered NUN'S PRIEST'S TALE o'er Part-e-lote Physiologus piteously poem pray quoth ring Roman Rome senator sent ship sing slain sleep soon sore sorrow speak SQUIRE'S TALE steed stood story sultan Syria tell thee Therewith thou thy dream told tree Trivet trow unto warden wife wight wise wondrous
Page 116 - And I saw another Angel ascending from the East, having the seal of the living God: and he cried with a loud voice to the four Angels, to whom it was given to hurt the earth and the sea, saying, "Hurt not the earth, neither the sea, nor the trees, till we have sealed the servants of our God in their foreheads.
Page viii - Such notes as, warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek, And made hell grant what love did seek. Or call up him that left half told The story of Cambuscan bold, Of Camball, and of Algarsife, And who had Canace to wife, That own'd the virtuous ring and glass, And of the wondrous horse of brass, On which the Tartar king did ride...
Page xxi - Or call up him that left half told The story of Cambuscan bold, Of Camball, and of Algarsife, And who had Canace to wife, That owned the virtuous Ring and Glass, And of the wondrous Horse of Brass, On which the Tartar King did ride; And if aught else great Bards beside, In sage and solemn tunes have sung, Of Tourneys and of Trophies hung; Of Forests, and enchantments drear, Wh'ere more is meant than meets the ear.
Page 55 - Was whilom dwelling in a narwe cottage Beside a grove standing in a dale. This widow, which I tell you of my Tale, Since thilke day that she was last a wife, In patience led a full simple life, For little was her cattle and her rent, By husbandry1 of such as God her sent She found herself and eke her daughters two.
Page 79 - In faith, it shall be done!" And as he spoke that word, all suddenly This cock broke from his mouth...
Page 119 - Athenaum for October 24, 1896, p. 566, Professor Skeat communicates a stanza of this song from Ms. Trinity (Camb.?) R. 3. 19, folio 154: " My lefe is faren in lond Alias why ys she so, And I am so sore bound I may not come her to. She hath my hert in hold Where euer she ryde or go, With trew[e] loue a thousand fold.
Page 58 - His colour was betwixt yellow and red ; And tipped was his tail and both his ears With black, unlike the remnant of his hairs; His snout was small, with glowing eyen tway : Yet for his look almost for fear I dey. This without doubt caused me to groan," " Away !" quoth Partelote ; " fie on you, heartMost probably a well-known song.
Page 75 - Beware ye lordes of their treachery. This Chanticleer stood high upon his toes Stretching his neck, and held his eyen close, And 'gan to crowen...
Page 86 - And in his hand a broad mirror of glass; Upon his thumb he had of gold a ring. And by his side a naked sword hanging, And up he rideth to the highe board.
Page viii - ... most sacred happy spirit, That I thy labours lost may thus revive, And steal from thee the meed of thy due merit, That none durst ever whilst thou wast alive, And, being dead, in vain yet many strive : Ne dare I like; but, through infusion sweet Of thine own spirit which doth in me survive, I follow here the footing of thy feet, That with thy meaning so I may the rather meet.