A memorial of the parish and family of Hanmer in Flintshire out of the thirteenth into the nineteenth century: By John Lord Hanmer |
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CHAUCER. |
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CHAUCER.
When I remember how nor separate chance,Nor restless traffic peopling many a shore,
Nor old tradition with innumerous lore,
But poets wrought our best inheritance;
Sweet words and noble; in their gai science
That England heard, and then for evermore
Loved as her own, and did with deeds adore;
I bless thee with a kindred heart, Provence:
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Sat Chaucer listening with exulting ear;
And casting his own phrase in giant mould:
That still had charms for sorrow's gentlest tear,
Telling the story of Griselda's woe,
“Under the roots of Vesulus the cold.”
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