Poems by Geoffrey Chaucer
The Canterbury Tales; THE MAUNCIPLES TALE
... My sone, keepe wel thy tonge and keepe thy freend, ...
Merciles Beaute
... 3. Love hath my name y-strike out of his sclat, &emsp ...
from Troilus and Criseyde: Book I
... i}oun; For kaught is proud, and kaught is debonaire ...
from Troilus and Criseyde: Book II
... His sheld to-dasshed was with swerdes and maces, ...
The Canterbury Tales; THE NONNES PREESTES TALE
... The peple out-sterte, and caste the cart to grounde, ...
from Troilus and Criseyde: Book V
... l above, Swich fyn his lust, swich fyn hath his noblesse: ...
The Canterbury Tales: General Prologue
... He koude rooste, and sethe, and broille, and frye, ...
To Rosemounde: A Balade
... Do what you lyst, I wyl your thral be founde, ...
The Knight's Tale
... *aloud*"The god of love, ah! benedicite*, *bless ye him ...
The General Prologue
... smite off my head*Our counsel was not longe for to seech*: *seek ...
The Wife of Bath's Tale
... *forsake"And whereas ye of povert' me repreve,* *reproach ...
The Miller's Tale
... *sameThis carpenter to *blissen him* began, *bless, cross himself* ...
The Friar's Tale
... THE TALE. Whilom* there was dwelling in my country *once on a time ...
The Reeve's Tale
... THE TALE. At Trompington, not far from Cantebrig,* *Cambridge ...
The Man of Law's Tale
... *as far as his skill*The morrow came, and Alla gan him dress,* *make ready ...
