The Ellesmere ms of Chaucer's Canterbury tales / edited by Frederick J. Furnivall.

                                
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                                  ¶ Hire freendes sawe / hir sorwe gan to slake
                                
                                  And preyde hire on knees / for goddes sake
                                
                                  To come / and romen hire in compaignye
                                
                                  Awey to dryue / hire derke fantasye
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                                  And finally / she graunted that requeste [folio 129a] 
                                
                                  ffor wel she saugh / that it was for the beste
                                
                                  ¶ Now stood hire Castel / faste by the See
                                
                                  And often / with hire freendes walketh shee
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                                  Hire to disporte / vp on the bank an heigh
                                
                                  Where / as she / many a shipe and barge seigh
                                
                                  Seillynge hir cours / where as hem liste go
                                
                                  But thanne was that a parcel of hire wo
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                                  ffor to hir self ful ofte allas seith she
                                
                                  Is ther no shipe / of so manye as I se
                                
                                  Wol bryngen hom my lord / thanne were myn herte
                                
                                  Al warisshed / of hise bittre peynes smerte
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                                  ¶ Another tyme / ther wolde she sitte and thynke
                                
                                  And caste hir eyen / dounward fro the brynke
                                
                                  But whan she saugh / the grisly Rokkes blake
                                
                                  ffor verray feere / so wolde hir herte quake
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                                  That on hire feet she myghte hire noght sustene
                                
                                  Thanne wolde she / sitte adoun vpon the grene
                                
                                  And pitously / in to the see biholde
                                
                                  And seyn right thus / with sorweful sikes colde
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                                  ¶ Eterne god / that thurgh thy purueiaunce
                                
                                  Ledest the world / by certein gouernaunce
                                
                                  In ydel as men seyn / ye no thyng make
                                
                                  But lord / thise grisly / feendly Rokkes blake
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                                  That semen rather / a foul confusion
                                
                                  Of werk than any fair creacion
                                
                                  Of swich a parfit wys god and a stable
                                
                                  Why han ye wroght this werk vnresonable
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                                  ffor by this werk / South / North / ne West ne Eest
                                
                                  Ther nys yfostred / man / ne bryd ne beest
                                
                                  It dooth no good to my wit but anoyeth
                                
                                  Se ye nat lord / how mankynde it destroyeth

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Title: The Ellesmere ms of Chaucer's Canterbury tales / edited by Frederick J. Furnivall.
Author: Chaucer, Geoffrey, d. 1400.
Canvas: Page 339
Publication: London :: Published for the Chaucer Society by N. Trübner,; 1868-1879.

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