The Prologue: The Knights Tale, the Nonne Preestes Tale, from the Canterbury Tales

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Clarendon Press, 1889 - Canterbury (England) - 262 pages

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Page 2 - In felawshipe, and pilgrims were they alle, That toward Caunterbury wolden ryde ; The chambres and the stables weren wyde, And wel we weren esed atte beste.
Page 11 - This worthy man ful wel his wit bisette; Ther wiste no wight that he was in dette, 280 So estatly was he of his governaunce, With his bargaynes, and with his chevisaunce.
Page 6 - But for to speken of hir conscience, She was so charitable and so pitous, She wolde wepe, if that she saugh a mous Kaught in a trappe, if it were deed or bledde. Of smale houndes hadde she, that she fedde With rosted flessh, or milk and wastel-breed. But soore weep she if oon of hem were deed, Or if men smoot it with a yerde smerte; And al was conscience, and tendre herte.
Page 1 - Whan that Aprille with his shoures soote WHAN that Aprille with his shoures soote The droghte of March hath perced to the roote, And bathed every veyne in swich licour Of which vertu engendred is the flour...
Page 12 - Therto he coude endyte, and make a thing, Ther coude no wight pinche at his wryting; And every statut coude he pleyn by rote. He rood but hoomly in a medlee cote Girt with a ceint of silk, with barres smale; Of his array telle I no lenger tale.
Page 6 - Hir nose tretys; hir eyen greye as glas; Hir mouth ful smal, and ther-to softe and reed; But sikerly she hadde a fair forheed; It was almost a spanne brood, I trowe; For, hardily, she was nat undergrowe.
Page 107 - No wyn ne drank she, neither whyt ne reed; Hir bord was served most with whyt and blak, Milk and broun breed, in which she fond no lak, Seynd bacoun, and somtyme an ey or tweye, For she was as it were a maner deye.
Page 114 - The wind gan chaunge, and blew right as hem leste. Jolif and glad they wente un-to hir reste, And casten hem ful erly for to saille; But to that oo man fil a greet mervaille.
Page 21 - Wel coude he kepe a gerner and a binne; Ther was noon auditour coude on him winne. Wel wiste he, by the droghte, and by the reyn, The yelding of his seed, and of his greyn. His lordes sheep, his neet...
Page 101 - The Firste Moevere of the cause above, Whan he first made the faire cheyne of love, Greet was th'effect, and heigh was his entente. Wei wiste he why, and what therof he mente; 2990 For with that faire cheyne of love he bond The fyr, the eyr, the water, and the lond In certeyn boundes, that they may nat flee. That same Prince and that Moevere...

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