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The Knight, the Squier, the Yeoman, the Prioresse,
The Sergeant of the Lawe, the Frankelein, the
The Shipman, the Wife of Bath, the Cook, the
The Reve, the Manciple, the Sompnour, and the
GEORGE THOMAS .
And with that word we riden forth our way
"Ah, sweet! are ye a worldly creature"
“Cease,” quoth the Merle, “thy preaching, Nightin-F. W. KEYL.
"Blame not my lute"
The secret groves which oft we made resound.
The soote season, that bud and bloom forth brings
With how sad steps, O Moon! thou climb'st the skies.
The cottage that affords no pride nor care.
His flocks are folded, he comes home at night.
Come live with me, and be my love
Time goes by turns.
Una and the Red-cross Knight
Like as a ship, that through the ocean wide
Fair Cynthia's silver light
The wrathful winter 'proaching on apace
Some glory in their birth
Blow, blow, thou winter wind
Fair is my love, and cruel as she's fair
The hart above the rest, the hunter's noblest game
My written rolls of moral counsels.
On Sunday heaven's gate stands ope
See the chariot at hand here of love.
The proclamation made for May
The heifer, cow, and ox draw near.
I love the sea, she is my fellow-creature
Now great Hyperion left his golden throne
Thrice, oh, thrice happy, shepherd's life and state
The torrent of a voice, whose melody
To war and arms I fly.
Where Thames among the wanton valleys strays
Hence, loathed Melancholy
Mirth, admit me of thy crew.
Till the dappled dawn doth rise.
E. M. WIMPERIS
Vulcan, contrive me such a cup
Oye groves and crystal fountains
At last divine Cecilia came
Love has still something of the seas.
Built uniform, not little, nor too great
To all you ladies now at land
Meanwhile he smokes, and laughs at merry tales
Down bend the banks, the trees depending grow.
The victor's shouts and dying groans confound.
And all the village wept
And on his fist, th' unhooded falcon sits
R. REDGRAVE, R.A.
T. CRESWICK, R.A.
PROLOGUE TO THE CANTERBURY TALES.
BY GEOFFREY CHAUCER.
GEOFFREY CHAUCER, the "Father of English Poetry," was born in London in 1328. The rank of his family is unknown, but it must have been respectable. It is believed that he was educated at Cambridge, and that, after leaving that University, he travelled for some time on the Continent, and then devoted himself to the law, but afterwards relinquished the Bar for the Court. He married a sister of the lady who afterwards became the wife of John of Gaunt, and obtained considerable influence through the favour of that Prince, which led to his receiving some profitable appointments, and being sent on embassies. His alleged connexion with the reformer Wycliffe brought upon him many misfortunes, and ended in his being an exile and a prisoner for a long period. He at length regained his liberty, and lived remote from Court, amid the charming shades of Woodstock, where he wrote many of his best poems. The accession of Henry Bolingbroke, the son of his brother-in-law and patron, drew him from his retirement; his fortunes became once more bright, and he spent the evening of his days in ease and abundance. He died in 1400, and was buried in Westminster Abbey. His principal poems are a series known as the " Canterbury Tales," the Prologue to which we have printed as the best example of his style.]
WHANNE that Aprille with his shoures sote'
The droughte of March hath perced to the rote,3
And bathed every veine in swiche licour,