The poetical works of Geoffrey Chaucer. To which are appended poems attr. to Chaucer. Ed. by A. Gilman, Volume 1

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Page 12 - And if ther dide, certeyn so wrooth was she, That she was out of alle charitee. Hir coverchiefs...
Page cxxiii - Ful worthy was he in his lordes werre, And therto hadde he riden, no man ferre, As wel in Cristendom as in Hethenesse, And evere honoured for his worthynesse. At Alisaundre he was, whan it was wonne; Ful ofte tyme he hadde the bord bigonne Aboven alle nacions in Pruce; In Lettow hadde he reysed, and in Ruce, No cristen man so ofte of his degree.
Page cxxi - WHAN that Aprille with his shoures soote The droghte of March hath perced to the roote. And bathed every veyne in swich licour, Of which vertu engendred is the flour...
Page 10 - If that he faught, and hadde the hyer hond, By water he sente hem hoom to every lond.
Page 12 - Averrois, Damascien, and Constantyn, Bernard, and Gatesden, and Gilbertyn. Of his diete mesurable was he, For it was of no superfluitee, But of greet norissyng and digestible.
Page 7 - Sownynge in moral vertu was his speche, And gladly wolde he lerne and gladly teche.
Page cxxv - Under his belt he bar ful thriftily, 105 (Wel koude he dresse his takel yemanly: His arwes drouped noght with fetheres lowe) And in his hand he baar a myghty bowe.
Page cxxiv - Somtyme with the lord of Palatye Agayn another hethen in Turkye, And everemoore he hadde a sovereyn prys. And though that he were worthy, he was wys, And of his port as meeke as is a mayde; He nevere yet no vileynye ne sayde In al his lyf unto no maner wight; He was a verray parfit gentil knyght.
Page 25 - That ech of yow, to shorte with oure weye, In this viage shal telle tales tweye To Caunterbury-ward, I mene it so, And homward he shal tellen othere two, Of aventures that whilom han bifalle.
Page 3 - For if he yaf, he dorste make avaunt, He wiste that a man was repentaunt; For many a man so hard is of his herte, He may nat wepe, althogh hym soore smerte.

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