| Robert E. Lewis - 1989 - 132 pages
...vertues . . whi arttow comen into this solitarie place of myn exil? cl450(cl393) Chaucer Sçog. 46: In th'ende of which strem I am dul as ded, Forgete in solytarie wildernesse. cl450 Alph . Tales 444/15: When bai hafe bene awhile in solatare place be ber ane, ban ]>ai may se... | |
| Robert E. Lewis - 1962 - 98 pages
...Hevy they were and dull of chere. cl450(cl393) Chaucer Scoq. 45: Scogan, that knelest at the str emes hed Of grace, of alle honour and worthynesse, In th'ende of which strem I am dul as ded. cl450 ABCArist. p.260: D to dul [vr. Dulle], ne to dreedful. 4. Tedious, uninteresting; ? trivial,... | |
| Gregory H. Roscow - 1981 - 174 pages
...For which heere, for the Wyves love of Bathe Mk 7*2656. Philippes sone of Macidoyne he was Scog 43. Scogan, that knelest at the stremes hed / Of grace, of alle honour and worthynesse Malory 83/38.I am the lordis doughter of this castell It will be seen that other elements in a clause... | |
| Robert E. Lewis, Sherman M. Kuhn - 1977 - 132 pages
...?al450 (al400) Siege Jerus. 480: Myche of Moyses lawe he mynned bat tyme. cl450(cl393) Chaucer Scog. 48: Yet, Scogan, thenke on Tullius kyndenesse; Mynne thy frend, there it may fructyfye. cl450(?al400) Destr.Troy 1434: [Happye] is be here In no hate lengis. . Ne mynnes no malis bat is of... | |
| Christopher Cannon - 1998 - 468 pages
...prees; But al shal passe that men prose or ryme; Take every man hys turn, as for his tyme. [Envoy] Scogan, that knelest at the stremes hed Of grace,...fructyfye! Far-wel, and loke thow never eft Love dyffye. (36-49) While some of the lexical novelty here is also recycled ("Muse n." and "worthinesse n." appear... | |
| Peter Ackroyd - 2007 - 210 pages
...the courtier Henry Scogan, in which he laments his situation at Greenwich by the mouth of the Thames: In th'ende of which strem I am dul as ded, Forgete in solytarie wildernesse . . . There is an element of ritual complaint here, with its echo of Ovidian exile, but it is not hard... | |
| 414 pages
...with an "envoy" that melds the language of worthy Ciceronian friendship with that of commodified love. Scogan, that knelest at the stremes hed Of grace,...fructyfye! Far-wel, and loke thow never eft Love dyffye. (lines 43-49) This stanza is perfectly poised between dignified utterance and festive play. The stream's... | |
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