also aftir a dropping топе The weddir clereth.

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,