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THE KNIGHTES TALE l WmtOM, as olde stories tellen us, Ther was a duk y-named Theseus ; Of Athens he was lord and governour, And in his tym« such a conquerour, That gretter was ther non under the sonn*. Ful many a rich« con tree had he ...
THE KNIGHTES TALE l WmtOM, as olde stories tellen us, Ther was a duk y-named Theseus ; Of Athens he was lord and governour, And in his tym« such a conquerour, That gretter was ther non under the sonn*. Ful many a rich« con tree had he ...
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This duk, of whom I make mencioun, When he was comen almost unto the toun, In al his wealth and in his most* pryde, He was war, as he cast his eye aside, Wher that ther kneled in the hye weye A companye of ladies, tweye and tweye, ...
This duk, of whom I make mencioun, When he was comen almost unto the toun, In al his wealth and in his most* pryde, He was war, as he cast his eye aside, Wher that ther kneled in the hye weye A companye of ladies, tweye and tweye, ...
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... Was whilom wyf to kyng Capaneus, That died at Thebes, cursed be that day, And alle we that be in this array, And maken alle this lamentacioun, We leften alle oure housbondes at the toun, Whil that the siege ther aboute lay.
... Was whilom wyf to kyng Capaneus, That died at Thebes, cursed be that day, And alle we that be in this array, And maken alle this lamentacioun, We leften alle oure housbondes at the toun, Whil that the siege ther aboute lay.
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And sente anon Hippolyta to go, And Emelye hir yonge sister too, Unto the toun of Athenes for to dwelle ; And forth he rode; ther is no more to telle. The red statue of Mars with spere and targe So shyneth in his white baner large, ...
And sente anon Hippolyta to go, And Emelye hir yonge sister too, Unto the toun of Athenes for to dwelle ; And forth he rode; ther is no more to telle. The red statue of Mars with spere and targe So shyneth in his white baner large, ...
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She gathereth flour es, party whyte and red, To make a subtle gerland for her hed. And as an angel hevenly she song. The grete tour, that was so thikke and strong, Which of the castel was the cheef dongeoun, (Ther as GEOFFREY CHAUCER.
She gathereth flour es, party whyte and red, To make a subtle gerland for her hed. And as an angel hevenly she song. The grete tour, that was so thikke and strong, Which of the castel was the cheef dongeoun, (Ther as GEOFFREY CHAUCER.
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The Knightes Tale Geoffrey Chaucer I | 53 |
The Restless State of a Lover Earl of Surrey | 61 |
The Image of Death Lord Vaux | 73 |
Fortune and Virtue Thomas Dehker | 80 |
KOn the Morning of Christs | 88 |
The Chronicle Abraham Cowley | 95 |
Home Joseph Beaumont | 103 |
The Schoolmistress William Shenstone | 138 |
A Song to David | 170 |
Tam o Shanter | 189 |
y Lines on Tintern Abbey | 210 |
The Siege of Corinth | 241 |
Adonais | 279 |
The Sensitive Plant | 292 |
The LotosEaters | 306 |
Protogenes and Apelles Matthew Prior | 109 |
Baucis and Philemon Jonathan Swift | 116 |
A Nocturnal Reverie Countess of Winchilsea | 123 |
London Samuel Johnson | 132 |
The Scholar Gipsy | 332 |
William Watson | 360 |
j ElegyThe SummerHouse | 372 |
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