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Some care has been taken to preserve Chaucer's melody. The italic " e " is to be very lightly sounded, so lightly that the sound is hinted at, rather than heard. I But al that thing I most as now forbere. I.
Some care has been taken to preserve Chaucer's melody. The italic " e " is to be very lightly sounded, so lightly that the sound is hinted at, rather than heard. I But al that thing I most as now forbere. I.
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But al that thing I most as now forbere. I have, God wot, through a large feeld to fare, And weake be the oxen in my plough, The remnaunt of the tale is long inough j I wol not stop a man of al this rowte. . Lat every felawe telle his ...
But al that thing I most as now forbere. I have, God wot, through a large feeld to fare, And weake be the oxen in my plough, The remnaunt of the tale is long inough j I wol not stop a man of al this rowte. . Lat every felawe telle his ...
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But shortly for to speken of this thing, With Creon, which that was of Thebes kyng, He faught, and slew him manly as a knight In plain bataille, and putte his folk to flight; And by assault he wan the citee after, And rente doun bothe ...
But shortly for to speken of this thing, With Creon, which that was of Thebes kyng, He faught, and slew him manly as a knight In plain bataille, and putte his folk to flight; And by assault he wan the citee after, And rente doun bothe ...
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Infinite harmes be in this matere; We never know what thing we prayen here. We fare as he that dronke is as a mouse. A dronke man wot wel he hath an hous, But he not knoweth which the way is thider, And to a dronke man the wey is slider ...
Infinite harmes be in this matere; We never know what thing we prayen here. We fare as he that dronke is as a mouse. A dronke man wot wel he hath an hous, But he not knoweth which the way is thider, And to a dronke man the wey is slider ...
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... (as old* bookes seyn, That al this storie tellen mow pleyn) Were it by a venture or destinee, (As, when a thing is shapen, it shal be,) That soone after the mydnyght, Palamoun By helpyng of a freend brak his prisoun, And fleeth the ...
... (as old* bookes seyn, That al this storie tellen mow pleyn) Were it by a venture or destinee, (As, when a thing is shapen, it shal be,) That soone after the mydnyght, Palamoun By helpyng of a freend brak his prisoun, And fleeth the ...
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Conteúdo
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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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