Sad poems about love

Poems about friendship

Heart touching poetries

The wife of bath by geoffrey chaucer poem

Hir  coverchiefs  ful  fine  weren  of  ground, I  dorste  swere  they  weyeden  ten  pound, That  on  a  sonday  weren  upon  hir  heed. Hir  hosen  weren  of  fyn  scarlet  reed, Ful  streite  yteyed,  and  shoes  ful  moyste  and  newe. Boold  was  hir  face,  and  fair,  and  reed  of  hewe She  was  a  worthy  womman  al  hir  lyve : Housbondes  at  chirche  dore  she  hadde  five, Withouten  oother  compaignye  in  youthe; But  therof  nedeth  nat  to  speke  as  nouthe. And  thries  hadde  she  been  at  Jerusalem ; She  hadde  passed  many  a  straunge  strem : At  Rome  she  hadde  been,  and  at  Boloigne, In  Galice  at  Seint  Jame,  and  at  Coloigne, She  koude  muchel  of  wandrynge  by  the  weye. Gat-tothed  was  she,  smoothly  for  to  seye.                                                                                        (Geoffrey Chaucer)

Most interesting poem by Edmund Spenser

Easter poem by Edmund spenser Most glorious lord of lyfe! That, on this day, Didst make thy triumph over death  and sin; And , having harrowd hell, didst bring away Captivity  thence  captive ,  us  to  win : This joyous day, deare lord, with joy begin; And grant that we, for whom thou diddest dye, Being with the deare blood clene washt from sin, May live for ever in felicity! And that the love we weighing worthily, May likewise love thee for the same againe; And for thy sake, that all lyke deare didst buy, With love may one another entertayne ! So let us love, deare love, like as we ought, Love is the lesson which the lord us taught.                                                                                            (Edmund spenser)

The COOK Poem by Geoffrey Chaucer

The Cook’s Tale in Middle English These guildmen had their own COOK with them for their journey, to boil their chicken and marrow bone with seasoning powder, sweet root, and sharp spice. In judging London Ale his taste was nice. He knew very well how to roast and broil and fry, to mix a stew, and bake a good meat pie,or prepare fish or chicken pudding with almond, rice and egg. It is a great pity that he had a cancerous ulcer on his leg. THE Poem Of Cook in middle english A COOK they hadde with hem for the nones, To boille the chiknes with the marybones, And poudre-marchant tart, and galingale. Wel koude he know a draughte of London ale. He koude rooste, and seethe, and boille, and frye, Maken mortreux, and wel bake a pye. But great harm was it, as it thought me, That on his shyne a mormal hadde he, For blankmanger, that made he with the beste.                                                                                                                                                  Geoffrey Chaucer

Lame, Poor and Despite and Over 40? Famous Poem by Shakespeare

The Road Not Taken Poem by Robert Frost

O never say that I was false of Heart poem by Shakespeare

Since I left you, mine eye is in ny mind poem by Shakespeare

Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind,
And that which governs me to go about
Doth part his function, and is partly blind,
Seems seeing, but effectually is out;
For it no form delivers to the heart
Of bird, of flower, or shape which it doth latch;
Of his quick objects hath the mind no part,
Nor his own vision holds what it doth catch;
For if it see the rud'st or gentlest sight,
The most sweet-favour or deformed'st creature,
The mountain or the sea, the day or night,
The crow or dove, it shapes them to your feature.
Incapable of more, replete with you,
My most true mind thus maketh mine untrue. 

William Shakespeare

Famous Ghazal of Jigar Muradabadi

One Day I Wrote Her Name Poem by Edmund Spenser

My mistress eyes poem by shakespeare

Poem by William Shakespeare

Stoping by woods on snowy evening poem by Robert Frost

WildRose poem Blue Eyes Crying In The Rain

Geoffrey Chaucer Canterbury Tales THE MANCIPLE

                  IN MIDDLE ENGLISH                                                     IN MODERN ENGLISH

                    THE MAUNCIPLE                                                               THE MANCIPLE          

A gentil MAUNCIPLE was ther of a temple, Of which achatours myghte take exemple For to be wise in bynge of vitaille; For, Whether that he payde, or too by taille, Algate he wayted so in his achaat That he was ay biforn good and in good staat Now is nat that of God a ful fair grace, The swich a lewed mannes wit shal pace The wisdom of an heepe of learned man ? Of maistress hadde he mo than thries ten, That weren of lawe expert and curious, Of whiche ther weren a duszeyne in that hous, Worthy to been stywades of rente and lond Of any lord that is in Engelond, To maken hym lyve by his propre good, In honour dettelees, but if he were wood, Or lyve as scarsly as hym list desire; And able for to helpen al a shire In any caas that myghte falle or happe, And yet this Manciple sette hir aller cappe.

There was a manciple from an inn of court, To whom all buyers might quite  well resort To learn the art of buying food and drink; For whether he paid cash or not, I think That he so knew the markets, when to buy, He never found himself left high and dry. Now is it not of God a full fair grace That such a vulgar man was wit to pace The wisdom of a crowd of learned men? Of masters had he more than three times ten. Who were in law expert curious ; Whereof there a dozen in that house Fit to be stewards of both rent and land Of any lord in England who would stand Upon his on and live in manner good, In honour, debtless (save his head were wood). Or live as frugally as he might desire; These men were able to have helped a shire In any case that ever might befall; And yet this manciple outguessed them all.

Poem by robert samber

  A man of words and not of deeds

A man of words and not of deeds,

Is like a garden full of weeds.

And when the weeds begin to grow,

It,s like a garden full of snow.

And when the snow begins to fall,

It,s like the bird upon the wall.

And when the bird away does fly,

It,s like an eagle in the sky.

And when the sky begins to roar,

It,s like a lion at the door.

And when the door begins to crack,

It,s like a stick acroos your back.

And when your back begins to smart,

It,s like a penknife in your heart.

And when your heart begins to bleed,

You,r dead and dead and dead indeed.

                                                                              (Charles Perrault 1628-1703)

                                                                                            Translated by Robert Samber

Mi raqsam

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