Sire Thopas drow abak ful faste;
This geant at him stones caste,
...Out of a fel staf-slinge.
But faire escapeth Child Thopas,
And al it was thurgh Goddes gras,
...And thurgh his fair beringe.
[Sir Thopas drew back quickly;
The giant cast stones at him,
from a fell sling-staff.
But Child Thopas escaped fairly,
and it was all because of God's grace,
and because of his fair bearing.]
-Chaucer's Tale of Sir Thopas, lines 827-832
Thopas is totally a literary ancestor of Sir Robin, the Not-Quite-So-Brave-as-Sir Launcelot. I love Thopas dearly. I want to take him home and feed him well and sing to him: "He was not afraid to die, oh brave sir Thopas!"
I do not think that expressing my deep and passionate love for Sir Thopas, The Slightly-Braver-Than-Sir-Robin, is necessarily the best way to impress my orals examiners, though.
ETA: Has anyone ever noticed that Tolkien's poem "Errantry" seems to be related to Sir Thopas?
Hise jambeux were of quirboily,
His swerdes shethe of ivory,
...His helm of latoun bright;
His sadel was of rewel-bon,
His bridel as the sonne shon,
...Or as the moone-light. - Sir Thopas, lines 875-880
Of crystal was his habergeon,
his scabbard of chalcedony,
with silver tipped and plenilune,
his spear was hewn of ebony.
His javelins were of malachite
and stalactite - he brandished them,
and went and fought the dragon flies,
of Paradise, and vanquished them. - Tolkien, "Errantry" (no, I am not going to count the line numbers, sorry)
Am I just hallucinating a tonal similarity there?
This geant at him stones caste,
...Out of a fel staf-slinge.
But faire escapeth Child Thopas,
And al it was thurgh Goddes gras,
...And thurgh his fair beringe.
[Sir Thopas drew back quickly;
The giant cast stones at him,
from a fell sling-staff.
But Child Thopas escaped fairly,
and it was all because of God's grace,
and because of his fair bearing.]
-Chaucer's Tale of Sir Thopas, lines 827-832
Thopas is totally a literary ancestor of Sir Robin, the Not-Quite-So-Brave-as-Sir Launcelot. I love Thopas dearly. I want to take him home and feed him well and sing to him: "He was not afraid to die, oh brave sir Thopas!"
I do not think that expressing my deep and passionate love for Sir Thopas, The Slightly-Braver-Than-Sir-Robin, is necessarily the best way to impress my orals examiners, though.
ETA: Has anyone ever noticed that Tolkien's poem "Errantry" seems to be related to Sir Thopas?
Hise jambeux were of quirboily,
His swerdes shethe of ivory,
...His helm of latoun bright;
His sadel was of rewel-bon,
His bridel as the sonne shon,
...Or as the moone-light. - Sir Thopas, lines 875-880
Of crystal was his habergeon,
his scabbard of chalcedony,
with silver tipped and plenilune,
his spear was hewn of ebony.
His javelins were of malachite
and stalactite - he brandished them,
and went and fought the dragon flies,
of Paradise, and vanquished them. - Tolkien, "Errantry" (no, I am not going to count the line numbers, sorry)
Am I just hallucinating a tonal similarity there?
no subject
Date: 2005-11-18 12:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-18 01:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-18 04:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-18 06:27 pm (UTC)I love "the dragon flies of Paradise". Hmm. "Vanquishing the dragon flies of Paradise" would make a good cryptic away message, though heaven knows (so to speak) what people would read into it.
no subject
Date: 2005-11-19 01:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-20 06:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-28 01:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-19 01:49 am (UTC)*bows and exits*
*returns, pursued by bear, to comment on Chaucer/Tolkien*
It seems to be a similar style. I lack the background to comment further, of course.
no subject
Date: 2005-11-19 01:55 am (UTC)