The Poetical Works of Geoffrey Chaucer, Volume 4

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Bell and Daldy, 1866

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Page 197 - And with his salte teres gan he bathe The ruby in his signet, and it sette Upon the wex deliverliche and rathe; Ther-with a thousand tymes, er he lette, He kiste tho the lettre that he shette, And seyde, ' lettre, a blisful destenee Thee shapen is, my lady shal thee see.
Page 91 - That was right goodly and pleasaunt to sight, I sie where there came singing lustily, A world of ladies...
Page 100 - So long, alas ! and if that it you please To go with me, I shall do you the ease, " In all the pleasure that I can or may...
Page 114 - Of Aperil, whan clothed is the mede With newe grene, of lusty Veer the pryme...
Page 110 - Now herkneth with a good entencioun, For now wil I gon streght to my matere, In which ye may the double sorwes here Of Troilus, in lovynge of Criseyde, And how that she forsook hym er she deyde.
Page 153 - O wind, O wind, the weder ginneth clere; For in this see the boot hath swich travayle, Of my conning that unnethe I it stere...
Page 88 - In which were okes great, streight as a line, Under the which the grasse so fresh of hew, Was newly sprang, and an eight foot or nine Every tree well fro his fellow grew, With branches brode, laden with leves new, That sprongen out ayen the sunne-shene, Some very red, and some a glad light grene.
Page 99 - Growing under hedges and thicke greves ; And after that there came a storme of haile And raine in fere...
Page 90 - And as I stood and cast aside mine eie, I was ware of the fairest medler tree That ever yet in all my life I sie As full of blossomes as it might be, Therein a goldfinch leaping pretile Fro bough to bough, and as him list he eet Here and there of buds and floures sweet.
Page 184 - And that a cloude is put with wynd to flighte, Which oversprat the sonne as for a space, A cloudy thought gan thorugh hire soule pace, That overspradde hire brighte thoughtes alle, So that for feere almost she gan to falle.

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