ISBN: 1231011971

[EAN: 9781231011973], Neubuch, GEOFFREY CHAUCER,LITERARY,ENGLAND,IRELAND,SCOTLAND,WALES,HISTORY,ENGLISH LITERATURE, This item is printed on demand. Paperback. This historic book may have … Mehr…

[EAN: 9781231011973], Neubuch, GEOFFREY CHAUCER,LITERARY,ENGLAND,IRELAND,SCOTLAND,WALES,HISTORY,ENGLISH LITERATURE, This item is printed on demand. Paperback. This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1879 Excerpt: . . . If he myghte fynde hole or trace, 8 Where thurgh that me mote forth-by pace, Or ony gappe, he dide it close, That no man myghte touche a rose Of thilke roser alle aboute; He shitteth every man withoute. 4100 Thus day by day Daunger is wers, More wondirfulle and more dyvers, And feller eke than evere he was; For hym fulle ofte I synge Allas! 1Seized a staff. Orchard Path. Shutteth. For I ne may nought thurgh his ire Recovere that I moost desire. Myn herte, allas, wole brest a-twoo, For Bialacoil I wratthede soo. For certeynly in every membre I quoke, whanne I me remembre 4110 Of the bothom, which I wolde Fulle ofte a day sene and biholde. And whanne I thenke upon the kisse, And how myche joye and blisse, I hadde thurgh the savour swete, For wante of it I grone and grete. Me thenkith I fele yit in my nose The swete savour of the rose. And now I woot that I mote goo So fer the freshe floures froo, 4120 To me fulle welcome were the deth; Absens therof, allas, me sleeth! For whilom with this rose, allas, I touchede nose, mouth, and face; But now the deth I must abide. But Love consente another tyde, That onys I touche may and kisse, I trowe my peyne shalle never lisse. Theron is alle my coveitise, Which brente myn herte in many wise. 4130 Now shal repaire agayn sighinge, Long wacche on nyghtis, and no slepinge; Thought in wisshing, torment and woo, With many a turnyng to and froo, THE WONDROUS WALL. 351 That half my peyne I can not telle. For I am fallen into helle, From paradys and welthe, the more My turment greveth; more and more Anoieth now the bittirnesse, That I to-forn have felt swetnesse. 4140 And Wikkid-tunge, thurgh his falshede, Causeth alle my woo and drede. On me he leieth a pitous charge, Bi-cause his tunge was to large. 1 Now it is ty. . . This item ships from La Vergne,TN.<

2012, ISBN: 1231011971

[EAN: 9781231011973], Neubuch, [PU: Rarebooksclub.com, United States], Brand New Book ***** Print on Demand *****. This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers … Mehr…

[EAN: 9781231011973], Neubuch, [PU: Rarebooksclub.com, United States], Brand New Book ***** Print on Demand *****. This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1879 Excerpt: . If he myghte fynde hole or trace,8 Where thurgh that me mote forth-by pace, Or ony gappe, he dide it close, That no man myghte touche a rose Of thilke roser alle aboute; He shitteth every man withoute. 4100 Thus day by day Daunger is wers, More wondirfulle and more dyvers, And feller eke than evere he was; For hym fulle ofte I synge Allas! 1Seized a staff. Orchard Path. Shutteth. For I ne may nought thurgh his ire Recovere that I moost desire. Myn herte, allas, wole brest a-twoo, For Bialacoil I wratthede soo. For certeynly in every membre I quoke, whanne I me remembre 4110 Of the bothom, which I wolde Fulle ofte a day sene and biholde. And whanne I thenke upon the kisse, And how myche joye and blisse, I hadde thurgh the savour swete, For wante of it I grone and grete. Me thenkith I fele yit in my nose The swete savour of the rose. And now I woot that I mote goo So fer the freshe floures froo, 4120 To me fulle welcome were the deth; Absens therof, allas, me sleeth! For whilom with this rose, allas, I touchede nose, mouth, and face; But now the deth I must abide. But Love consente another tyde, That onys I touche may and kisse, I trowe my peyne shalle never lisse. Theron is alle my coveitise, Which brente myn herte in many wise. 4130 Now shal repaire agayn sighinge, Long wacche on nyghtis, and no slepinge; Thought in wisshing, torment and woo, With many a turnyng to and froo, THE WONDROUS WALL. 351 That half my peyne I can not telle. For I am fallen into helle, From paradys and welthe, the more My turment greveth; more and more Anoieth now the bittirnesse, That I to-forn have felt swetnesse. 4140 And Wikkid-tunge, thurgh his falshede, Causeth alle my woo and drede. On me he leieth a pitous charge, Bi-cause his tunge was to large.1 Now it is ty.<

2012, ISBN: 1231011971

[EAN: 9781231011973], Neubuch, [PU: Rarebooksclub.com, United States], Brand New Book ***** Print on Demand *****.This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers c… Mehr…

[EAN: 9781231011973], Neubuch, [PU: Rarebooksclub.com, United States], Brand New Book ***** Print on Demand *****.This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1879 Excerpt: . If he myghte fynde hole or trace,8 Where thurgh that me mote forth-by pace, Or ony gappe, he dide it close, That no man myghte touche a rose Of thilke roser alle aboute; He shitteth every man withoute. 4100 Thus day by day Daunger is wers, More wondirfulle and more dyvers, And feller eke than evere he was; For hym fulle ofte I synge Allas! 1Seized a staff. Orchard Path. Shutteth. For I ne may nought thurgh his ire Recovere that I moost desire. Myn herte, allas, wole brest a-twoo, For Bialacoil I wratthede soo. For certeynly in every membre I quoke, whanne I me remembre 4110 Of the bothom, which I wolde Fulle ofte a day sene and biholde. And whanne I thenke upon the kisse, And how myche joye and blisse, I hadde thurgh the savour swete, For wante of it I grone and grete. Me thenkith I fele yit in my nose The swete savour of the rose. And now I woot that I mote goo So fer the freshe floures froo, 4120 To me fulle welcome were the deth; Absens therof, allas, me sleeth! For whilom with this rose, allas, I touchede nose, mouth, and face; But now the deth I must abide. But Love consente another tyde, That onys I touche may and kisse, I trowe my peyne shalle never lisse. Theron is alle my coveitise, Which brente myn herte in many wise. 4130 Now shal repaire agayn sighinge, Long wacche on nyghtis, and no slepinge; Thought in wisshing, torment and woo, With many a turnyng to and froo, THE WONDROUS WALL. 351 That half my peyne I can not telle. For I am fallen into helle, From paradys and welthe, the more My turment greveth; more and more Anoieth now the bittirnesse, That I to-forn have felt swetnesse. 4140 And Wikkid-tunge, thurgh his falshede, Causeth alle my woo and drede. On me he leieth a pitous charge, Bi-cause his tunge was to large.1 Now it is ty.<

ISBN: 9781231011973

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