The Centuries' Poetry: Chaucer to ShakespeareDenys Kilham Roberts Penguin Books, 1950 - English poetry |
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... hope I wol disport . Now writeth , sweet , and lat me thus not plain ; With hope , or death , delivereth me fro pain . 85 Y - wis , mine owen dearé hearté true , I woot that , when ye next upon me see , So lost have I mine hele and eek ...
... hope I wol disport . Now writeth , sweet , and lat me thus not plain ; With hope , or death , delivereth me fro pain . 85 Y - wis , mine owen dearé hearté true , I woot that , when ye next upon me see , So lost have I mine hele and eek ...
Page 95
... hope of this , And cease till then our timely joys to sing : The woods no more us answer , nor our echo ring ! Song made in lieu of many ornaments , With which my Love should duly have been decked , Which cutting off through hasty ...
... hope of this , And cease till then our timely joys to sing : The woods no more us answer , nor our echo ring ! Song made in lieu of many ornaments , With which my Love should duly have been decked , Which cutting off through hasty ...
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... hope of nourishment . Next came fresh April full of lustyhead , And wanton as a kid whose horn new buds : Upon a bull he rode , the same which led Europa floating through th'Argolic floods ; His horns were gilden all with golden studs ...
... hope of nourishment . Next came fresh April full of lustyhead , And wanton as a kid whose horn new buds : Upon a bull he rode , the same which led Europa floating through th'Argolic floods ; His horns were gilden all with golden studs ...
Contents
GEOFFREY CHAUCER | 13 |
From The Nuns Priests Tale | 33 |
Chaucers Wordes unto Adam His Own Scriveyn | 39 |
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