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action adventures alliteration appears Arthur ballads beauty begins better brought called century character characterization Chaucer church collection common detail developed distinct drama Early edition effect England English epic expressed fair feeling fight force French further Gawain give Green habit hand hero Horn interest Italy keep king knight lady language later Latin learned legend less lines literary literature live London lord medieval merely method middle age narrative nature never noble once original passed Pearl play poem poet poetry popular prose rich rime romance says scenes seen sense seven short singing single situation song stanza story strong tale tell thee thou thought told translation turn verse versions W. W. Skeat whole writing written York
Page 247 - And Abraham took the wood of the burnt offering, and laid it upon Isaac his son; and he took the fire in his hand, and a knife; and they went both of them together. 7 And Isaac spake unto Abraham his father, and said, My father: and he said, Here am I, my son. And he said, Behold the fire and the wood : but where is the lamb for a burnt offering?
Page 247 - And they came to the place which God had told him of ; and Abraham built an altar there, and laid the wood in order, and bound Isaac his son, and laid him on the altar, upon the wood. And Abraham stretched forth his hand, and took the knife to slay his son.
Page 168 - And the watchman cried, and told the king. And the king said, If he be alone there is tidings in his mouth.
Page 232 - That I have found in the green sea, And while your body it is on, Drawn shall your blood never be, But if ye touch me tail or fin, I vow my belt your death shall be.
Page 212 - To telle yow al the condicioun Of ech of hem, so as it semed me, And whiche they weren, and of what degree, And eek in what array that they were inne; And at a knyght than wol I first bigynne.
Page 217 - Til it fil ones, in a morwe of May, That Emelye, that fairer was to sene Than is the lilie upon his stalke grene, And fressher than the May with floures newe — For with the rose colour stroof hir hewe...
Page 211 - I feyth and ful credence, And in myn herte have hem in reverence So hertely, that ther is game noon That fro my bokes maketh me to goon...
Page 241 - One day as he looked his ring upon, He saw the diamonds pale and wan. 7. He left the sea and came to land, And the first that he met was an old beggar man. 8. " What news, what news?" said young Hind Horn; "No news, no news,
Page 239 - Spence Cum sailing to the land. O lang, lang may the ladies stand, Wi thair gold kems in their hair, Waiting for thair ain deir lords, For they'll se thame na mair. Haf owre, haf owre to Aberdour, It's fiftie fadom deip, And thair lies guid Sir Patrick Spence, Wi the Scots lords at his feit.
Page 238 - And signd it wi his hand, And sent it to Sir Patrick Spence, Was walking on the sand. The first line that Sir Patrick red, A loud lauch lauched he; The next line that Sir Patrick red, The teir blinded his ee. "O wha is this has don this deid, This ill deid don to me, To send me out this time o' the yeir, To sail upon the se!