Graces lead the dancing Hours, And Nature's ready pencil paints the flowers : When thy short reign is past, the feverish Sun The sultry tropic fears, and moves more slowly on. So may thy tender blossoms fear no blight, Nor goats with venom'd teeth thy... Chaucer's Canterbury Pilgrims, Retold by Katharine Lee Bates; Illustrated by ... - Page 71 by Geoffrey Chaucer - 1914 - 316 pages Full view -
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