Chaucer's Romaunt of the Rose, Troilus and Creseide and the Minor Poems; With Life of the Poet by Sir Harris Nicolas

Chaucer's Romaunt of the Rose, Troilus and Creseide and the Minor Poems; With Life of the Poet by Sir Harris Nicolas

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1846 edition. Excerpt: ...thou me bare on live. " To what fine should I live and sorowen thus? How should a fish withouten water dure 7 What is Creseide worth from Troilus? How should a plant or lives creature Live withouten his kind noriture? For which full ofl a by word here I sey, That rootlesse mote greene soone dey. " I shal done thus, sens neither sword ne dart Dare I none handle, for the cruelte, That ilke day that I fro you depart, If sorow of that n'ill nat my bane be, Than shall no meat ne drinke come in me, Till I my soule out of my brest unsheath, And thus my selven woll I done to death. " And Troilus, my clothes everychone Shull blacke ben, in tokening, herte swete, That I am as out of this world agone, That wont was you to set in quiete, And of mine order aye till death me mete, The observauuce ever in your absence, Shall sorrow ben complaint and abstinence. " Mine herte and eke the woful ghost therein Bequeath I with your spirit to complaine Eternally, for they shall never twin, For though in yearth twinned be we twaine, Yet in the field of pitie, out of paine, That hight Elisos, shall we ben yfere, As Orpheus and Erudice his fere. " Thus, herte mine, for Antenor alas I soone shall be chaunged, as I wene, But how shull ye done in this sorowfull caas, How shall your tender herte this sustene? But herte mine, foryet this sorow and tene, And me also, for soothly for to sey, So ye well fare, I retche not to dey." How might it ever redde ben or ysong The plaint that she made in her distresse, I n'ot, but as for me my little tong If I discriveu would her heavinesse, It should make her sorrow seeme lesse Than that it was, and childishly deface Her high complaint, and therefore I it pace. Pandare, which more

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  • Paperback | 102 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 5mm | 195g
  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236900332
  • 9781236900333