La Priere de Nostre Dame (Geoffrey Chaucer Poems)
A.Almighty and all-merciable Queen,To whom all this world fleeth for succour,To have release of sin, of sorrow, of teen!Glorious Virgin! ...
A.Almighty and all-merciable Queen,To whom all this world fleeth for succour,To have release of sin, of sorrow, of teen!Glorious Virgin! ...
Well and wisely spake the master Of the silver Tuscan talk,Love should laugh at all disaster If with wisdom he ...
Not the Circean wineMost perilous is for pain:Grapes of the heavens' star-loaden vine,Whereto the lofty-placedThoughts of fair souls attain,Tempt with ...
Napoleon made his Marshals out of mud,And Cromwell's Ironsides were mostly tanner,But nowadays our officers have blood,And lots of cash, ...
A summer night that blows,Fragrant with hay and flowers, on copse and lawn;A window muffled round and round with rose,Fronting ...
I.I have only one foot, but thousands of toes;My one foot stands well, but never goes;I've a good many arms, ...
Look at me with thy large brown eyes,Philip, my king!Round whom the enshadowing purple liesOf babyhood's royal dignities.Lay on my ...
The solemn Sea of Silence lies between us;I know thou livest, and them lovest me,And yet I wish some white ...
The seraphs would sing to her And from the River Dip her cool grails of radiant Life. ...
THE PROLOGUE. This worthy limitour, this noble Frere, He made always a manner louring cheer* *countenance Upon the Sompnour; but ...
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
The ladye she stood at her lattice high, Wi' her doggie at her feet; Thorough the lattice she can spy ...
ON WHICH THE JEWS WERE FORCED TO ATTEND AN ANNUAL CHRISTIAN SERMON IN ROME. [``Now was come about Holy-Cross Day, ...
What needeth these threnning words and wasted wind? All this cannot make me restore my prey. To rob your good, ...
O Friends! with whom my feet have trod The quiet aisles of prayer, Glad witness to your zeal for God ...
YE tradefull Merchants that with weary toyle, do seeke most pretious things to make your gain: and both the Indias ...
1 Ye heavenly spirits, whose ashy cinders lie Under deep ruins, with huge walls opprest, But not your praise, the ...
A Pastorall Elegie vpon the death of the most Noble and valorous Knight, Sir Philip Sidney. Dedicated To the most ...
REtourne agayne my forces late dismayd, Vnto the siege by you abandon'd quite, great shame it is to leaue like ...
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