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655
Ibid., 204:
In wide copis perfection to feine
And shew the contran oitward of her hert…
657
Lidgate. Minor Poems, pt. II. Ed. MacCracen and Sherwood, E. E. T. S., 1934. II, 425:
And as I stoode myself alloone upon the Nuwe Tere night,
I prayed unto the frosty moone, with her pale light,
To go and recomaunde me unto my lady dere.
And erly on the next morrowe, kneling in my cloos
preyed eke the shene sonne, the houre whane he aroos,
To goon also and sey the same in his bemys clere.
659
Skeat. Chaucerian and other Pieces, XVIII, 29:
that bкшngeth into hertes remembraunce
A maner ese, medled with grevaunce.
660
Ibid., XVI, 1:
Half in a dreme, notfully wel awaked,
The golden sleep me wrapped under his wing…
661
Ibid., 105–8, 137, 164, 246.
662
Ibid., 173 et seq.:
In herfayled nothing, as I could gesse,
0 wyse nor other, prevy nor apert.
A gamison she was of al goodnesse
663
То make a frounterfor a lovers hert—
Right у ong and frresshe, a woman ful covert,
Assured wel her ese, withouten wo or smert,
Al undemeth the standard of Daungere.
664
Ibid., 117 et seq.:
To make good chere, nght sore himself he payned
And outwardly he fayned greet gladnesse;
To singe also by force he was constrayned
For no plesaunce, but very shamfastnesse;
For the complaynt of his most hevinesse
Com to his voice alwey without request,
Lyk as the soune ofbirdes doth expresse
Whan they sing loude in frith or in forest.
667
Ibid., XX, 413: For to refresh their greet unkindly heet.
668
Flower and the Leaf, 477—483, 536.
669
Ibid., 538.
672
Now go, farwel! for they call after me.
678
Garland, 300:
the tre as he did take
Betwene his armes, he felt her body quake.
680
Castell of Pleasure, 601–617, 626–633.
681
Ibid., 710—737. Строка 736 содержит крукс, который, по моему мнению, отмечает не порчу текста, а сумбур в голове автора. Он написал in thoder, тогда как следовало in thoder in an other, то есть «в ином случае (в случае любви–товарищества), если бы он обрел то же самое у другой (женщины)».
682
Ibid., 148:
I was ascendynge a goodly mountayne
About the whiche the sonne over eche syde did shyne,
Whereof the coulour made my herte ryght fayne,
To se the golden valeyes bothefayre and playne…
683
Ibid., 15–21, 236–281.
684
Ibid., 792:
I wyll moreouer be subdued to your correccyon
Yfit like you to тагу me and haue me to your wyfe.
685
Ibid., 802: «изысканная утонченность избранной красоты».
686
The nyght drewe nye, the daye was at a syde.
My herte was hevy, I much desyred rest
Whan without confort alone I dyd abyde,
Seynge the shadowes fallfirome the hylles in the west.
Eche byrde under boughe drewe nye to theyr nest;
The chymneysfromeferre began to smoke;
Eche housholder went about to lodge his gest;
The stroke, ferynge stormes, toke the chymney for a cloke.
Eche chambre and chyst were soone put under locke;
Curfew was ronge, lyghtes were set up in haste.
They that were withoutfor lodgynge did knocke…
687
Ibid., 98 et seq.:
Which wereplayneprecedentes the daye was clerely paste.
689
Court of Love, 253—266.
690
Ibid., 141:
О bright Regina, who made thee so fair?
Who made thy colour vermelet and white?
Where woneth that god? How far above the air?
— Great was his craft and great was his delight.
692
Bamaby Googe. Eglogs, Epytaphes and Sonettes 1563. Arber’s Reprint, London, 1871. P. 124:
And warlike tunes began to dash
Themselves against the skyes.
693
Ibid., p. 117:
Let not our weryed hartes sustaine
Suche wrongfull Turanie;
Quench quickly now the fyre flames
Of open injury.
697
Assembly of Gods, 554:
So thedir came Diana Caned in a carte,
To make her compleynt As I told you all;
And so did Neptunus
That doth both make and marre,
Walewyng with his wawes
And tombling as a ball.
698
Ibid., 613:
On a gliding serpent Riding a great pas,
Formed like a dragon,
Scalyd hard as glas;
Whose mouth flamed Feere withoutfayll,
— Wingis had hit serpentine And a long tayll.
699
Caused them be mery
That long afore had momyd…
700
Ibid., 1014, 1077, 1120, 1122.
702
Court of Sapience, 435:
Farewell Mercy, farewell thy piteous grace,
So wellaway that vengeace shell prevayle:
Farewell the bearnyd lyght ofhevyns place,
Unto mankinde thou mayst no more avayle;
The pure derknesse of hell thee doth assayle.
0 lyght in vaine!... the clyps hath thee incluse,
Man was thy lord, now man is thy refuse.
0 Seraphin, yeve up thyne armony,
О Cherubin, thy glory do away,
О ye Thronys, late be all melody,
Your Jerarchy disteyned is for ay.
Your maisteresse,see,
