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Whan that Aprille with his shoures sote

The droghte of Marche hath perced to the rote,

And bathed every veyne in swich licour,

Of which vertu engendred is the flour ;5

Whan Zephirus eek with his swete breeth

Inspired hath in every holt and heeth

The tendre croppes, and the yonge sonne

Hath in the Ram his halfe cours y-ronne,

And smale fowles maken melodye,10

That slepen al the night with open yë,

(So priketh hem nature in hir corages):

Than longen folk to goon on pilgrimages

(And palmers for to seken straunge strondes)

To ferne halwes, couthe in sondry londes;15

And specially, from every shires ende

Of Engelond, to Caunterbury they wende,

The holy blisful martir for to seke,

That hem hath holpen, whan that they were seke.

Bifel that, in that seson on a day,20

In Southwerk at the Tabard as I lay

Redy to wenden on my pilgrimage

To Caunterbury with ful devout corage,

At night was come in-to that hostelrye

Wel nyne and twenty in a companye,25

Of sondry folk, by aventure y-falle

In felawshipe, and pilgrims were they alle,

That toward Caunterbury wolden ryde;

The chambres and the stables weren wyde,

And wel we weren esed atte beste.30

And shortly, whan the sonne was to reste,

So hadde I spoken with hem everichon,

That I was of hir felawshipe anon,

And made forward erly for to ryse,

To take our wey, ther as I yow devyse.

But natheles, whyl I have tyme and space,

Er that I ferther in this tale pace,

Me thinketh it acordaunt to resoun,

To telle yow al the condicioun

Of ech of hem, so as it semed me,40

And whiche they weren, and of what degree;

And eek in what array that they were inne:

And at a knight than wol I first biginne.

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Riklaa September 5, 2013 at 8:48pm

You didn't say anything about my Rap Hip Hop post LOL.
- Reuben Bright > Riklaa September 5, 2013 at 10:14pm
  
  Whan that Aprille with his shoures sote
  
  The droghte of Marche hath perced to the rote,
  
  And bathed every veyne in swich licour,
  
  Of which vertu engendred is the flour ;5
  
  Whan Zephirus eek with his swete breeth
  
  Inspired hath in every holt and heeth
  
  The tendre croppes, and the yonge sonne
  
  Hath in the Ram his halfe cours y-ronne,
  
  And smale fowles maken melodye,10
  
  That slepen al the night with open yë,
  
  (So priketh hem nature in hir corages):
  
  Than longen folk to goon on pilgrimages
  
  (And palmers for to seken straunge strondes)
  
  To ferne halwes, couthe in sondry londes;15
  
  And specially, from every shires ende
  
  Of Engelond, to Caunterbury they wende,
  
  The holy blisful martir for to seke,
  
  That hem hath holpen, whan that they were seke.
  
  Bifel that, in that seson on a day,20
  
  In Southwerk at the Tabard as I lay
  
  Redy to wenden on my pilgrimage
  
  To Caunterbury with ful devout corage,
  At night was come in-to that hostelrye
  
  Wel nyne and twenty in a companye,25
  
  Of sondry folk, by aventure y-falle
  
  In felawshipe, and pilgrims were they alle,
  
  That toward Caunterbury wolden ryde;
  
  The chambres and the stables weren wyde,
  
  And wel we weren esed atte beste.30
  
  And shortly, whan the sonne was to reste,
  
  So hadde I spoken with hem everichon,
  
  That I was of hir felawshipe anon,
  
  And made forward erly for to ryse,
  
  To take our wey, ther as I yow devyse.
  
  But natheles, whyl I have tyme and space,
  
  Er that I ferther in this tale pace,
  
  Me thinketh it acordaunt to resoun,
  
  To telle yow al the condicioun
  
  Of ech of hem, so as it semed me,40
  
  And whiche they weren, and of what degree;
  
  And eek in what array that they were inne:
  
  And at a knight than wol I first biginne.
- Riklaa > Reuben Bright September 5, 2013 at 10:17pm
  
  Yep that is a statement alright. LOL I understand exactly where you are coming from. ------------- R

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