The Centuries' Poetry: Chaucer to ShakespeareDenys Kilham Roberts Penguin Books, 1950 - English poetry |
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... sorrow driv'th to write , every My woe , that hour increaseth new , Complaining as I dare or can endite . And that defacéd is , that may ye wyte 20 The tearés , which that fro mine eyen rain , That wouldé speak , if that they could ...
... sorrow driv'th to write , every My woe , that hour increaseth new , Complaining as I dare or can endite . And that defacéd is , that may ye wyte 20 The tearés , which that fro mine eyen rain , That wouldé speak , if that they could ...
Page 55
... sorrow then ye might see , And learn to weep at me . Such painés did me fret That mine heart did beat , My visage pale and dead , Wan and blue as lead ; The pangs of hateful death Well nigh had stopped my breath . Heu , heu , me , That ...
... sorrow then ye might see , And learn to weep at me . Such painés did me fret That mine heart did beat , My visage pale and dead , Wan and blue as lead ; The pangs of hateful death Well nigh had stopped my breath . Heu , heu , me , That ...
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... : - Then say by this - Because my pleasure in thy torment is , I do command thee without hope to love . So when this thought my sorrows shall augment , That HENRY CONSTABLE 133 Sonnet: 'Much sorrow in itself my love doth move.
... : - Then say by this - Because my pleasure in thy torment is , I do command thee without hope to love . So when this thought my sorrows shall augment , That HENRY CONSTABLE 133 Sonnet: 'Much sorrow in itself my love doth move.
Contents
GEOFFREY CHAUCER | 13 |
From The Nuns Priests Tale | 33 |
Chaucers Wordes unto Adam His Own Scriveyn | 39 |
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