Parlement of Foules

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University Tutorial Press, 1914 - 93 pages
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Page 19 - ... chamber walls depicted all around With portraitures of huntsman, hawk, and hound, And the hurt deer. He listeneth to the lark, Whose song comes with the sunshine through the dark Of painted glass in leaden lattice bound ; He listeneth and he laugheth at the sound, Then writeth in a book like any clerk. He is the poet of the dawn, who wrote The Canterbury Tales, and his old age Made beautiful with song ; and as I read I hear the crowing cock, I hear the note Of lark and linnet, and from every...
Page 18 - Women,' long ago Sung by the morning star of song, who made His music heard below; Dan Chaucer, the first warbler, whose sweet breath Preluded those melodious bursts that fill The spacious times of great Elizabeth With sounds that echo still.
Page 62 - To rede upon, and yet I rede alway; I hope, y-wis, to rede so som day That I shal mete som thing for to fare The bet ; and thus to rede I nil not spare.
Page 70 - Per me si va nella cittą dolente; per me si va nell' eterno dolore; per me si va tra la perduta gente.
Page 12 - Certes, he Jakke Straw, and his meynee, Ne made never shoutes half so shrille, Whan that they wolden any Fleming kille, As thilke day was maad upon the fox.
Page 5 - Of making ropen, and lad awey the corn; And I come after, glening here and there, And am ful glad if I may finde an ere Of any goodly word that ye han left.
Page 46 - Ther as that swetnesse evermore y-now is, With floures whyte, blewe, yelowe, and rede ; And colde welle-stremes, no-thing dede, That swommen ful of smale fisshes lighte, With finnes rede and scales silver-brighte.
Page 17 - M every bough ; And downward from an hill under a bent " There stood the Temple of Mars Armipotent, Wrought all of burned
Page 41 - So sore y-wis, that whan I on him thinke, Nat wot I wel wher that I wake or winke. For al be that I knowe not love in dede, Ne wot how that he quyteth folk...
Page 50 - Of every kynde that men thynke may, And that so huge a noyse gan they make That erthe, and eyr, and tre, and every lake So ful was, that unethe was there space For me to stonde, so ful was al the place.

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