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Page 226 - 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.
Page 39 - 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 grapes give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
Page 133 - Sumer is icumen in, Lhude sing cuccu ! Groweth sed, and bloweth med, And springth the wude nu, Sing cuccu ! " Awe bleteth after lomb, Lhouth after calve cu ; Bulluc sterteth, bucke verteth, Murie sing cuccu ! "Cuccu, cuccu, well singes thu, cuccu, Ne swik thu naver nu ; Sing, cuccu, nu, sing, cuccu, Sing, cuccu, sing, cuccu, nu !
Page 227 - The field of wrath betoken ; And the vassals are there, And there fly the steeds of the dying and dead : And where the mingled strife is spread, The noblest warrior's care Is to cleave the foeman's limbs and head, The conqueror less of the living than dead. " I tell you that nothing my soul can cheer, Or banqueting or reposing, Like the onset cry of ' Charge them ! ' rung From each side, as in battle closing : Where the horses neigh, And the call to
Page 152 - 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.
Page 202 - Under der linden an der heide, da unser zweier bette was, da mugt ir vinden schone beide gebrochen bluomen unde gras. vor dem walde in einem tal, tandaradei, schone sanc diu nahtegal.
Page 201 - 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.
Page 229 - 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, If ever I have loved aught else but thee. So may another knight make love to you, And so may I be puzzled what to do ; So may I be becalmed 'mid oceans wide ; May the king's porter beat me black and blue, And may I fly ere I the battle view, As they, that slander...
Page 233 - OJ how sweet the breeze of April Breathing soft, as May draws near, While through nights serene and gentle Songs of gladness meet the ear. Every bird his well-known language Warbling in the morning's pride, Revelling on in joy and gladness By his happy partner's side...
Page 143 - WouLD I the lofty spirit melt Of that proud dame who dwells so high, Kind Heaven must aid me, or unfelt By her will be its agony. Joy in my soul no place can find : As well might I a suitor be To thunderbolts, as hope her mind Will turn in softer mood to me. Those cheeks are beautiful, are bright As the red rose with dewdrops graced; And faultless is the lovely light Of those dear eyes, that, on me placed, Pierce to my very heart, and fill My soul with love's consuming fires, While passion burns...