Geoffrey Chaucer

(c. 1343 – 25 October 1400 / London, England)

Geoffrey Chaucer Poems

41. The Canterbury Tales 5/13/2001
42. The Canon's Yeoman's Tale 4/4/2012
43. The Canon's Yeoman's Tale 4/4/2012
44. Since I From Love 12/31/2002
45. Roundel 12/31/2002
46. Rondel Of Merciless Beauty 12/31/2002
47. Rondeau Iii 4/5/2010
48. Proverbs Of Chaucer 12/31/2002
49. Proverbs 5/13/2001
50. Merciles Beaute 1/4/2003
51. L'Envoy Of Chaucer To Bukton 12/31/2002
52. Lak Of Stedfastnesse 5/13/2001
53. La Priere De Nostre Dame 12/31/2002
54. Good Counsel Of Chaucer 12/31/2002
55. Gentilesse 5/13/2001
56. Fortune 5/13/2001
57. Chaucer's Words To His Scrivener 1/3/2003
58. Chaucers Wordes Unto Adam 5/13/2001
59. Chaucer's Tale Of Sir Thopas 4/4/2012
60. Chaucer's Tale Of Meliboeus 4/4/2012
61. Chaucer's Prophecy 12/31/2002
62. Book Of The Duchesse 5/13/2001
63. Balade 1/4/2003
64. Anelida And Arcite 5/13/2001
65. An Abc 5/13/2001
66. Against Women Unconstant 12/31/2002
67. A Rondel Of Merciless Beauty - The Original 4/5/2010
68. A Cook 4/5/2010
69. A Complaint To His Lady 2/9/2015
70. A Ballad Sent To King Richard 12/31/2002
71. A Ballad Of Gentleness 12/31/2002
72. A Balade Of Complaint 5/13/2001
Best Poem of Geoffrey Chaucer

Rondel Of Merciless Beauty

Your two great eyes will slay me suddenly;
Their beauty shakes me who was once serene;
Straight through my heart the wound is quick and keen.

Only your word will heal the injury
To my hurt heart, while yet the wound is clean -
Your two great eyes will slay me suddenly;
Their beauty shakes me who was once serene.

Upon my word, I tell you faithfully
Through life and after death you are my queen;
For with my death the whole truth shall be seen.
Your two great eyes will slay me suddenly;
Their beauty shakes me who was once serene;
Straight through my ...

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A Ballad Of Gentleness

The firste stock-father of gentleness,
What man desireth gentle for to be,
Must follow his trace, and all his wittes dress,
Virtue to love, and vices for to flee;
For unto virtue longeth dignity,
And not the reverse, safely dare I deem,
All wear he mitre, crown, or diademe.

This firste stock was full of righteousness,

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