The Complete Works of Geoffrey Chaucer: Romaunt of the rose. Minor poems

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Clarendon Press, 1894

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Page 549 - I shall the effect of this good lesson keep, As watchman to my heart. But, good my brother, Do not, as some ungracious pastors do, Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven ; Whiles, like a puff'd and reckless libertine, Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads, And recks not his own rede.
Page 21 - Caunterbury, thilke that sownen into synne; the book of the Leoun; and many another book, if they were in my remembrance, and many a song and many a leccherous lay, that Crist for his grete mercy foryeve me the synne.
Page 388 - Sin I fro Love escaped am so fat, I never thenk to ben in his prison lene ; Sin I am free, I counte him not a bene.
Page 21 - He made the book that hight the Hous of Fame, and eke the Deeth of Blaunche the Duchesse, And the Parlement of Foules, as I gesse, And al the love of Palamon and Arcite of Thebes, thogh the storye ys knowen lyte; And many an ympne for your halydayes, That highten balades, roundels, virelayes...
Page 528 - Che m' e venuta voglia con pietosa Rima di scriver una storia antica, Tanto negli anni riposta e nascosa, Che latino autor non par ne dica, Per quel ch' io senta, in libro alcunn cosa.
Page 523 - Ut dicunt multi, cito transit lancea stulti.' 578. The sothe sadde, the sober truth. 595. Another proverb. We now say — ' There's as good fish in the sea as ever came out of it ' ; or,
Page 522 - Eternal anarchy, amidst the noise Of endless wars, and by confusion stand : For hot, cold, moist and dry, four champions fierce, Strive here for mastery...
Page 392 - And noght the revers, saufly dar I deme, Al were he mytre, croune, or diademe. This firste stok was ful of rightwisnesse, Trewe of his word, sobre, pitous, and free, Clene of his goste...
Page 380 - Unknowen was the quern and eek the melle ; They eten mast, hawes, and swich pounage, And dronken water of the colde welle. Yit nas the ground nat wounded with the plough, But corn...
Page 331 - To what fyn made the god that sit so hye, Benethen him, love other companye...

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