Metrical Romances of the Thirteenth, Fourteenth, and Fifteenth Centuries:: Richard Coer de Lion. The lyfe of Ipomydon. Amis and AmilousGeorge Ramsay, 1810 |
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Page 6 - Swylk on ne seygh they never non ; All it was whyt of huel-bon, And every nayl with gold begrave : Off pure gold was the stave ; Her mast was yvory ; Off samyte the sayl wytterly.
Page 283 - In wodde to chase the wild dere, And in the feld to ryde a stede, That all men had joy of his dede.
Page 291 - The lady byheld Ipomydon, Hym semyd wele a gentil man ; £80 She knew non suche in hyr londe, So goodly a man and wele farand ; She saw also by his norture He was a man of grete valure. She cast full sone in hyr thoght, That for no seruyce come he noght, But it was worship hyr vnto, In feyre seruyce hym to do.
Page 223 - To see that syght was ful fayr. The stede ran ryght, with gret ayr, Al so harde as they myght dure, Aftyr her feet sprong the fure. Tabours beten, and trumpes blowe; Ther myghte men see, in a throwe, How Kyng Richard, the noble man, Encounteryd with the Sawdan, That cheef was told off Damns. Hys trust upon hys mere was. 5? 10 Therfoore, as the booke...
Page 295 - That many a day ne hadde ronne ere. Full wele he thoght to note hem there. Whan they come to the laund on hight, The quenys pavylon there was pight, That she myght se of the best All the game of the forest. The wandlessours went throw the forest, And to the lady brought many a best, Herte and hynde, buk and doo, And othir bestis many moo.
Page 405 - Wip outew fail, It schal be proued in batail & sen bitven hem to!" 865 Pan was atvix hem take pe fi;t & sett pe day a fourtenni;t, ljat mani man schuld it sen.
Page 293 - That they hym scornyd wist he noght, On othyr thyng he had his thoght. He toke the cuppe of the botelere, And drew a lace of sylke full clere: Adowne than felle hys mantylle by.
Page 4 - In Frensshe bookys this rym is wrought, Lewede menne knowe it nought ; Lewede menne cunne French non; Among an hondryd unnethis on...
Page 171 - They beet doun the toures alle, In the toune and on the walle. A prys-tour stood ovyr the gate ; He bent hys engynes and threw therate A great stone that harde droff, That the tour al to-roff, The barre, and the burdys ; The gate burste and the portecolys. Therto he gaff another strok, To brek the bemes al off rok, 432O And slowgh the folk that therinne stood ; The other fledde and wer nygh wood.