The Canterburry Tales

When that Aprilis, with his showers swoot, The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every vein in such licour, Of which virtue engender'd is the flower; When Zephyrus eke with his swoote breath Inspired hath in every holt and heath The tender croppes and the younge sun Hath in the Ram his halfe course y?run, And smalle fowles make melody, That sleepen all the night with open eye,

Year

2005

Language

English

Publisher

eBooksLib

Editions

1

ISBN

9781554496815

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