From the “Legend of Good Women”
OF all the floures in the mede,
Than love I most these floures white and rede,
Soch that men callen daisies in our town;
To hem I have so great affection,
As I said erst, when comen is the May,
That in my bedde...
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From “The Canterbury Tales: Prologue” |
Karját markoltam én, nem bírt velem, Azt hitte, fáj, ha megharap? de nem, Oly enyhe, kellemes volt, élvezet, |