Geoffrey Chaucer

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

Geoffrey Chaucer Poems

41. The Friar's Tale 4/4/2012
42. The Canterbury Tales; The Milleres Tale 4/5/2010
43. Proverbs Of Chaucer 12/31/2002
44. The Franklin's Tale 4/4/2012
45. Proverbs 5/13/2001
46. Chaucer's Prophecy 12/31/2002
47. The Complaint Of Chaucer To His Purse 1/3/2003
48. The Court Of Love 1/3/2003
49. Chaucers Wordes Unto Adam 5/13/2001
50. La Priere De Nostre Dame 12/31/2002
51. A Rondel Of Merciless Beauty - The Original 4/5/2010
52. A Complaint To His Lady 2/9/2015
53. Virelay 12/31/2002
54. A Cook 4/5/2010
55. Since I From Love 12/31/2002
56. Good Counsel Of Chaucer 12/31/2002
57. Lak Of Stedfastnesse 5/13/2001
58. Gentilesse 5/13/2001
59. The House Of Fame 5/14/2001
60. Balade 1/4/2003
61. Merciles Beaute 1/4/2003
62. Chaucer's Words To His Scrivener 1/3/2003
63. An Abc 5/13/2001
64. Book Of The Duchesse 5/13/2001
65. Against Women Unconstant 12/31/2002
66. Roundel 12/31/2002
67. A Ballad Sent To King Richard 12/31/2002
68. The Love Unfeigned 1/4/2003
69. The Canterbury Tales 5/13/2001
70. A Ballad Of Gentleness 12/31/2002
71. A Balade Of Complaint 5/13/2001
72. Rondel Of Merciless Beauty 12/31/2002
73. Fortune 5/13/2001
74. Truth 12/31/2002

Comments about Geoffrey Chaucer

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  • Priyanka rathore (2/20/2018 5:51:00 AM)

    Poem kaa Hindi translation ho to batto

  • Alem Hailu G/kristos Alem Hailu G/kristos (6/9/2016 12:20:00 AM)

    Yes we have to learn to tame our tongues

  • Julia Griffin Julia Griffin (5/17/2014 5:28:00 AM)

    Some of his work I really love, this one just isn't a favourite, , though his poetry has made me begin to research more about him, brilliant man, very descriptive always

  • Jackie Gerhardy (5/17/2008 11:33:00 PM)

    Chaucer really was a bellwheter for his time!

    His work devles deep into characters and sculpts them beautifully for his readers.

Best Poem of Geoffrey Chaucer

Truth

Fle fro the pres, and dwelle with sothefastnesse,
Suffise thin owen thing, thei it be smal;
For hord hath hate, and clymbyng tykelnesse,
Prees hath envye, and wele blent overal.
Savour no more thanne the byhove schal;
Reule weel thiself, that other folk canst reede;
And trouthe schal delyvere, it is no drede.

Tempest the nought al croked to redresse,
In trust of hire that tourneth as a bal.
Myche wele stant in litel besynesse;
Bywar therfore to spurne ayeyns an al;
Stryve not as doth the crokke with the wal.
Daunte thiself, that dauntest otheres ...

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Virelay

Alone walking
In thought plaining,
And sore sighing;
All desolate,
Me rememb'ring
Of my living;
My death wishing
Both early and late.

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