Lays of the Minnesingers Or German Troubadours of the Twelfth and Thirteenth CenturiesEdgar Taylor Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, Brown and Green, 1825 - Всего страниц: 326 |
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... once a gentle time , When the world was in its prime , When every day was holiday , And every month was lovely May . " - Croly . LONDON : PRINTED FOR LONGMAN , HURST , REES , ORME , BROWN AND GREEN , PATERNOSTER - ROW . OF THE LIBRARY ...
... once a gentle time , When the world was in its prime , When every day was holiday , And every month was lovely May . " - Croly . LONDON : PRINTED FOR LONGMAN , HURST , REES , ORME , BROWN AND GREEN , PATERNOSTER - ROW . OF THE LIBRARY ...
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... once for all , means love - singers ) are almost all taken from Bodmer ; and those of the Troubadours , either from M. Raynouard or from the Parnasse Occi- tanien . PRELIMINARY DISSERTATION . And as I maie I speke amonge.
... once for all , means love - singers ) are almost all taken from Bodmer ; and those of the Troubadours , either from M. Raynouard or from the Parnasse Occi- tanien . PRELIMINARY DISSERTATION . And as I maie I speke amonge.
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... once have started into so perfect and regular a form . But enough has survived to enable the reader to form for himself a correct estimate of the talents and influence of the Troubadour school ; and an exceedingly inter- esting stock of ...
... once have started into so perfect and regular a form . But enough has survived to enable the reader to form for himself a correct estimate of the talents and influence of the Troubadour school ; and an exceedingly inter- esting stock of ...
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... once brilliant literature , and even the lan- guage , of the South of France was doomed to oblivion and neglect . Its most beautiful regions became the scene of bigoted devastation during the bloody wars against the Albigenses . The ...
... once brilliant literature , and even the lan- guage , of the South of France was doomed to oblivion and neglect . Its most beautiful regions became the scene of bigoted devastation during the bloody wars against the Albigenses . The ...
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... once existed . The tale of the Parroquet , very briefly told by Mr. Dunlop , but now published in the elegant and spirited language of the original by M. Raynouard , and the fabliau " Castia Gilos " of Raymond Vidal , can- not have been ...
... once existed . The tale of the Parroquet , very briefly told by Mr. Dunlop , but now published in the elegant and spirited language of the original by M. Raynouard , and the fabliau " Castia Gilos " of Raymond Vidal , can- not have been ...
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13th century ancient appear Ausias March auzel ballads beauteous beauty bestow bien birds blest bloom bluomen bright Castilian chan CHRISTINE DE PISAN clage cotemporaries court cuer dame delight descort dialect dieus Emperor eyes feeling flors flowers following song France Frauenlob Frederic French frouwe grief hast hath heart heide Henry honour hope of succours Italian king king of Navarre Klingesor knight l'alba tan tost lady fair land Landgrave of Thuringia language lips literature lyric lyric poetry Manesse Mastersingers meadows meien merry Minnesingers minstrels morn ne'er nightingale o'er original perhaps Petrarch Philip Augustus pieces pine poem poetic poets pride princes probably Provençal qu'ieu quan racter rimes romances rose sigh sing singers smile sorrow soul specimens spirit spring Suabian sweet taste thee thine thou thought tongue translation Troubadours TROUVÈRES verse Wartburg watchsongs weise Wolfram
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Стр. 39 - Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away. For, lo, the winter is past, The rain is over and gone ; The flowers appear on the earth ; The time of the singing of birds is come, And the voice of the turtle is heard in our land ; The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, And the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
Стр. 230 - THE beautiful spring delights me well, When flowers and leaves are growing ; And it pleases my heart to hear the swell Of the birds' sweet chorus flowing, In the echoing wood ; And I love to see, all scattered around, Pavilions and tents on the martial ground ; And my spirit finds it good To see, on the level plains beyond, Gay knights and steeds caparison'd.
Стр. 154 - In a snowy vest, There grass is growing, With dewdrops glowing, And flowers are seen On beds so green. All down in the grove, Around, above, Sweet music floats ; As now loudly vying, Now softly sighing, The nightingale 's plying Her tuneful notes, And joyous at spring Her companions sing.
Стр. 205 - There strayed I in that hour. Roaming on, the nightingale Sang sweetly in my ear ; And by the greenwood's shady side A dream came to me there ; Fast by the fountain, where bright flowers Of sparkling hue we see, Close sheltered from the summer beat, That vision came to me.
Стр. 164 - Hath banished care, finds many a joy: And I too would be gay, Were the load of pining care away; Were my lady kind, my soul were light, — Joy crowning joy would raise its flight. . . The flowers, leaves, hills, the vale, and mead. And May with all its light...
Стр. 233 - As they who tell those tales have grossly lied. When I approach the gaming board to play, May I not turn a penny all the day, Or may the board be shut, the dice untrue, If the truth dwell not in me, when I say No other fair e'er wiled my heart away, From her I've long desired and loved — from you. Or, prisoner to some noble, may I fill Together with three more, some dungeon chill Unto each other odious company; Let master, servants, porters, try their skill, And use me for a target if they will,...
Стр. 168 - WHO would summer pleasures try, Let him to the meadows hie. O'er the mountain, in the vale, Gladsome sounds and sights prevail : In the fields fresh flowers are springing. In the boughs new carols singing, Richly in sweet harmony There the birds new music ply. This is all thine own, sweet May ! As thy softer breezes play, Snow and frost-work melt away. Old and young, come forth ! for ye Winter-bound again are free ; Up ! ye shall not grieve again. Look upon that verdant plain, Its gloomy robe no...
Стр. 157 - she cried, " Who can fly where he list, And can choose in the forest The tree he loves best ! " Thus, too, had I chosen One knight for mine own, Him my eye had selected, Him prized I alone : But other fair ladies Have envied my joy , And why ? for I sought not Their bliss to destroy. " As to thee, lovely summer, Returns the birds...
Стр. 140 - MAY, sweet May, again is come, May that frees the land from gloom ; Children, children, up and see All her stores of jollity ! On the laughing hedgerow's side She hath spread her treasures wide ; She is in the greenwood shade, Where the nightingale hath made Every branch and every tree Ring with her sweet melody.
Стр. 120 - My prowess, tried in hour of need, Alike with maiden fair shall speed. With golden ring in Russia's land To me the virgin plights her hand.