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Absolon adoun agen anon Arcite beforne brest Canace Chaucer chere chese child clerk compagnie coude Crist Custance dere deth doth doughter doun drede eche Emelie entent everich eyen fayre felaw feste frendes frere gentil Goddes goth grene gret grete hath herd herte highte hire hond honour hous husbond kepe king knight lady lest leve litel loked lond lord maken manere mariage markis natheles nought owen Palamon peine peple pitous plesance pray prively quene quod rede sain sayde sayn Seint shal shalt shuld sire sith slepe Sompnour somtime sone sorwe soth spake speke sterte swete swiche swived tale tellen Thebes thee ther n'is therfore Theseus thilke thing thise thou thurgh toke toun trewe unto veray vilanie wende wepe whan wher wight wise withouten wold wolt wote ye ben yere yeve yonge
2. oldal - And specially, from every shires ende Of Engelond, to Caunterbury they wende The holy blisful martir for to seke That hem hath holpen whan that they were seke.
10. oldal - A CLERK ther was of Oxenford also That un-to logik hadde longe y-go. As lene was his hors as is a rake, And he nas nat right fat, I undertake, But loked holwe, and ther-to soberly.
6. oldal - Of court, and ben estatelich of manere, And to ben holden digne of reverence. But for to speken of hire conscience, She was so charitable and so pitous, She wolde wepe if that she saw a mous B 2 Caughte in a trappe, if it were ded or bledde. Of smale houndes hadde she, that she fedde With rosted flesh, and milk, and wastel brede. But sore wept she if on of hem were dede, Or if men smote it with a yerde smert: And all was conscience and tendre herte.
10. oldal - But al be that he was a philosophre, Yet hadde he but litel gold in cofre...
4. oldal - With lokkes crulle, as they were leyd in presse. Of twenty yeer of age he was, I gesse. Of his stature he was of evene lengthe, And wonderly deliver, and greet of strengthe.
1. oldal - And bathed every veyne in swich licour. Of which vertu engendred is the flour; Whan Zephirus eek with his swete 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 fowles maken melodye, That slepen al the night with open ye, (So priketh hem nature in hir corages), Than longen folk to goon on pilgrimages...
3. oldal - In Lettow hadde he reysed and in Ruce, No Cristen man so ofte of his degree.
16. oldal - PERSONE of a toun: But riche he was of holy thought and werk. He was also a lerned man, a clerk, That Cristes gospel trewely wolde preche. His parishens devoutly wolde he teche.