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| The Canterbury Tales: Prologue | ||||||
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Geoffrey Chaucer  |
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| There are many websites where you can read the whole of the text of the Canterbury Tales. Click here for one which also includes a modern English version in verse. | ||||||
| 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; Whan Zephirus eek with his sweete breeth Inspired hath in every holt and heeth The tendre croppes, and the yonge sonne Hath in the Ram his halfe cours y-ronne, And smale foweles maken melodye, That slepen al the nyght with open ye, So priketh hem Nature in hir corages, Thanne longen folk to goon on pilgrimages, And palmeres for to seken straunge strondes, To ferne halwes, kowthe in sondry londes; And specially, from every shires ende Of Engelond, to Caunterbury they wende, The hooly blisful martir for to seke, That hem hath holpen whan that they were seeke. |
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There's no accounting for tastes. |
People who like this sort of thing will find this is the sort of thing they like. Abraham Lincoln, attrib. |
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