Altenglisches Lesebuch: Glossar

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M. Niemeyer, 1879 - English language
 

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Page 90 - Accordant to hise wordes was his cheere, As techeth art of speche hem that it leere. Al be it that I kan nat sowne his stile...
Page 90 - Beren your body into every place, To which your herte wilneth for to pace, Withouten wem of you, thurgh foul and fair.
Page 100 - I am youres al, Beth such, as I have be to you and schal'. What he answerd, it needeth nat to reherse: Who can say bet than he, who can do werse?
Page 192 - M.: IX. C. and XXX* wynter and afterwarde in hell tyll the passion of our lord god. C. : Of whate age was Adam, whan he begat his first childe? M. : An C and XXX wynter and had a son, that hight Seth; and that Seth had a son, that hight Enos, and the forsaid Seth 35 lived IX.
Page 267 - Then be thou jocund: ere the bat hath flown His cloister'd flight; ere to black Hecate's summons The shard-borne beetle with his drowsy hums Hath rung night's yawning peal, there shall be done A deed of dreadful note.
Page 55 - But dide as that they stired me, god woot. And in the wyntir, for the way was deep. Unto the brigge I dressid me also, And ther the bootmen took upon me keep For they my riot kneewen fern ago. With hem I was itugged to and fro, So wel was him that I with wolde fare, For riot paieth largely everemo; He styntith nevere til his purs be bare. Othir than 'maistir' callid was I nevere Among this meynee— in myn audience.
Page 170 - For whosoever shall do the will of God, he is my brother, and my sister, and mother.
Page 269 - Compar'd with the best Manuscripts ; and several things added, never before in Print. To which is adjoyn'd, The Story of the Siege of Thebes, By John Lidgate, Monk of Bury. Together with The Life of Chaucer, Shewing His Countrey, Parentage, Education, Marriage, Children, Revenues, Service, Reward, Friends, Books, Death.
Page 65 - Na he that ay hass levyt fre, May nocht knaw weill the propyrte, The angyr, na the wrechyt dome, That is cowplyt to foule thyrldome.
Page 103 - And yonder have I herd ful lustily My deere herte laughe ; and yonder pleye Saugh Ich hire oones ek ful blisfully ; And yonder oones to me gan she seye, ' Now goode swete ! love me wel, I preye ; And yond so gladly gan she me beholde, That to the deth myn herte is to hir holde.

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