Le Morte Arthur: Edited from the Harleian Ms. 2252 in the British MuseumFrederick James Furnivall Macmillan, 1864 - 190 páginas |
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A-gayne A-way Agrawayne Allas Ascolot batayle bede Bedwere blode blythe bolde Bors bothè bowne by-dene by-fore by-twene byde chambyr Cotgrave courte dede dight dyght Ector euyr fare felde feyre fulle Gaheriet Gaherys Genure gonne Gorlois grete Guinever hathe haue hende hertè hys hert Ihesu kene kinge knight kythe lady launcelot du lake layne lenger lette lord lordis loue lyffe lyonelle mayden mayne mordred morow myght mykelle nere neuyr nevir noght nolde nyghe Queen quene rede Redy Ryche Ryde Ryght Sangreal sare saue sayd sayne sette shelde sholde shuld slayne sone sore sorow sothe to say spake stede stode swerd syde syght syr gawayne Syr mador sythe thare thay ther thou thow thynge thys toke trews tyde Tylle tyme vpon vppon wele wende wene Whan Whyle wode wold wolle wondyr wordis wound wyde wyffe wylle wyste wyth wyth-outen yede yiffe yngland
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Página viii - If thou shouldst never see my face again, Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day.
Página viii - The old order changeth, yielding place to new, And God fulfils Himself in many ways, Lest one good custom should corrupt the world.
Página viii - Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend t For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
Página viii - I am going a long way With these thou seest — if indeed I go (For all my mind is clouded with a doubt) To the island-valley of Avilion; Where falls not hail, or rain, or any snow. Nor ever wind blows loudly; but it lies Deep-meadow'd, happy, fair with orchard lawns And bowery hollows crown'd with summer sea, Where I will heal me of my grievous wound.
Página viii - For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God. But now farewell. I am going a long way With these thou seest - — if indeed I go — For all my mind is clouded with a doubt — To the...
Página viii - Then spoke King Arthur, breathing heavily : 'What is it thou hast seen? or what hast heard?' And answer made the bold Sir Bedivere : ' I heard the water lapping on the crag, And the long ripple washing in the reeds.
Página 12 - To Launcelot withouten lees. Launcelot hytte hym on the hode; The nexte way to ground he chese. Was none so stiff agayne hym stode, Fulle thynne he made the thikkest prees.
Página 9 - For to comf orte pat fayre may ; In hyr Armys she gan hym take And these wordis ganne she say : "Sir, bot yif that ye it make, Saff my lyff no leche may.
Página 92 - Syr, thynke that ye haue venquysshid many A bataille Throwgh grace that god hathe for you wrought ; ye shalle do now by my counsayle : Thynke on hym that you dere bought ; Wemen Ar frele of hyr entayle ; 2300 Sir, lettes not ynglande go to noght.
Página 3 - The kynge satte vppon his stede And forthe is went vppon his way; Sir Agraveyne for suche a nede At home by-lefte, for soth to say, 60 For men told in many a thede...