Ful semely hir wimpel pinched was,
Hir nose tretys, hir eyen greye as glas,
Hir mouth ful small, and therto softe and reed.
But sikerly she hadde a fair forheed—
It was almost a spanne brood, I trowe—
For hardily she was nat undergrowe.
—Geoffrey Chaucer, General Prologue to the Canterbury Tales
Hir nose tretys, hir eyen greye as glas,
Hir mouth ful small, and therto softe and reed.
But sikerly she hadde a fair forheed—
It was almost a spanne brood, I trowe—
For hardily she was nat undergrowe.
—Geoffrey Chaucer, General Prologue to the Canterbury Tales
3 comments:
I love beautiful old language.
I posted a couple of Langston Hughes poems on my site one day, and you should have heard the crickets chirping in the comments section that day!
I was just talking about Hughes and Hurston today, who shared the same patron for a time. They're both, well, American treasures!
A+ on your Chaucer studies!
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