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 there daweth me no day
That I nam 1 up and walking in the mede,
To seene this flour...
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From “The Canterbury Tales: Prologue”
WHAN that Aprille with hise shourès soote 1
The droghte of March hath percèd to the roote,
And bathèd every veyne in swich 2 licour,
Of which vertue engendred is the flour;
Whan Zephirus eek with his swete breeth
Inspirèd hath in every holt 3 and heeth
The tendre croppès, and the yongè sonne
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Karját markoltam én, nem bírt velem,
kezemet hirtelen
megmarta hát:Azt hitte, fáj, ha megharap? de nem,
kéj volt nekem,
az angyalát!Oly enyhe, kellemes volt, élvezet,
nem fájdalom. S ha mégis fáj, csak az talán,
hogy íme már
nyoma veszett.