The Centuries' Poetry: Chaucer to ShakespeareDenys Kilham Roberts Penguin Books, 1950 - English poetry |
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... softly , till I end my song . With that I saw two Swans of goodly hue Come softly swimming down along the Lee ; Two fairer birds I yet did never see ; The snow , which doth the top of Pindus strew , Did never whiter shew , Nor Jove ...
... softly , till I end my song . With that I saw two Swans of goodly hue Come softly swimming down along the Lee ; Two fairer birds I yet did never see ; The snow , which doth the top of Pindus strew , Did never whiter shew , Nor Jove ...
Page 79
... softly , till I end my song . Ye gentle Birds ! the world's fair ornament , And heaven's glory , whom this happy hour Doth lead unto your lovers ' blissful bower , Joy may you have , and gentle heart's content Of your love's couplement ...
... softly , till I end my song . Ye gentle Birds ! the world's fair ornament , And heaven's glory , whom this happy hour Doth lead unto your lovers ' blissful bower , Joy may you have , and gentle heart's content Of your love's couplement ...
Page 80
... softly , till I end my song . London came , At length they all to merry To merry London , my most kindly nurse , That to me gave this life's first native source , Though from another place I take my name , An house of ancient fame ...
... softly , till I end my song . London came , At length they all to merry To merry London , my most kindly nurse , That to me gave this life's first native source , Though from another place I take my name , An house of ancient fame ...
Contents
GEOFFREY CHAUCER | 13 |
From The Nuns Priests Tale | 33 |
Chaucers Wordes unto Adam His Own Scriveyn | 39 |
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