Poetry Pick
From the General Prologue
by Geoffrey Chaucer |
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Whan that Aprill with his shoures soote The droghte of March hath perced to the roote, And bathed evry 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 halve cours yronne, And smale foweles maken melodye, That slepen al the night with open ye (So pricketh 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.
(from: Canterbury Tales)
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