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... hire smiling was ful simple and coy ; Hire gretest othe n'as but by Seint Eloy ; And she was cleped Madam Eglentine . Ful wel she sange the service divine , Entuned in hire nose ful swetely ; And Frenche she spake , ful faire and ...
... hire smiling was ful simple and coy ; Hire gretest othe n'as but by Seint Eloy ; And she was cleped Madam Eglentine . Ful wel she sange the service divine , Entuned in hire nose ful swetely ; And Frenche she spake , ful faire and ...
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... hous of mete and drinke , Of alle deintees that men coud of thinke . After the sondry sesons of the yere , So changed he his mete and his soupere . And on hire fete a pair of sporres sharpe . B 2 CHAUCER . ] 3 NEW ELEGANT EXTRACTS .
... hous of mete and drinke , Of alle deintees that men coud of thinke . After the sondry sesons of the yere , So changed he his mete and his soupere . And on hire fete a pair of sporres sharpe . B 2 CHAUCER . ] 3 NEW ELEGANT EXTRACTS .
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... hire shulde gon , ― And if ther did , certain so wroth was she , That she was out of alle charitee . Hire coverchiefs weren ful fine of ground , ( I dorste swere they weyeden a pound , ) That on the Sonday were upon hire hede ; Hire ...
... hire shulde gon , ― And if ther did , certain so wroth was she , That she was out of alle charitee . Hire coverchiefs weren ful fine of ground , ( I dorste swere they weyeden a pound , ) That on the Sonday were upon hire hede ; Hire ...
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... hire , And lette his shepe acombred in the mire , And ran unto London , unto Seint Poules , To seken him a chanterie for soules ; Or with a brotherhede to be withold ; But dwelt at home and kepte wel his fold , So that the wolf ne made ...
... hire , And lette his shepe acombred in the mire , And ran unto London , unto Seint Poules , To seken him a chanterie for soules ; Or with a brotherhede to be withold ; But dwelt at home and kepte wel his fold , So that the wolf ne made ...
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... hire beautee It lith not in my tonge ne in my conning ; I dare not undertake so high a thing : Min English , eke , is unsufficient ; It muste ben a rethor excellent , That coude his colours longing for that art , If he shuld hire ...
... hire beautee It lith not in my tonge ne in my conning ; I dare not undertake so high a thing : Min English , eke , is unsufficient ; It muste ben a rethor excellent , That coude his colours longing for that art , If he shuld hire ...
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