The Canterbury Tales of Chaucer: Completed in a Modern Version ...

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J. Cooke; and G.G. and J. Robinson, 1795
 

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Page 53 - In the first place, as he is the father of English poetry, so I hold him in the same degree of veneration as the Grecians held Homer or the Romans Virgil...
Page 54 - Tis true, I cannot go so far as he who published the last edition of him; for he would make us believe the fault is in our ears, and that there were really ten syllables in a verse...
Page 56 - Even the grave and serious characters are distinguished by their several sorts of gravity: their discourses are such as belong to their age, their calling, and their breeding; such as are becoming of them, and of them only.
Page 203 - Of fortune, fate, or Providence complain? God gives us what he knows our wants require, And better things than those which we desire...
Page 200 - Till each with mortal hate his rival view'd; Now friends no more, nor walking hand in hand; But when they met, they made a surly stand; And glared like angry lions as they pass'd, And wish'd that every look might be their last.
Page 204 - Thus all seek happiness; but few can find, For far the greater part of men are blind. This is my case, who thought our utmost good Was in one word of freedom understood: The fatal blessing came: from prison free, I starve abroad, and lose the sight of Emily!
Page 165 - For letting down the golden chain from high, He drew his audience upward to the sky...
Page 233 - Where neither beast, nor human kind repair ; The fowl, that scent afar, the borders fly, And shun the bitter blast, and wheel about the sky.
Page 276 - Since every man who lives is born to die, And none can boast sincere felicity, With equal mind what happens let us bear, Nor joy nor grieve too much for things beyond our care. Like pilgrims to th' appointed place we tend ; The world's an inn, and death the journey's end.
Page 275 - But, like a low-hung cloud, it rains so fast, That all at once it falls, and cannot last.

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