Geoffrey Chaucer
London, England
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Balade

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HYD, Absolon, thy gilte tresses clere;
Ester, ley thou thy meknesse al a-doun;
Hyd, Jonathas, al thy frendly manere;
Penalopee, and Marcia Catoun,
Mak of your wyfhod no comparisoun;
Hyde ye your beautes, Isoude and Eleyne;
My lady cometh, that al this may disteyne.

Thy faire body, lat hit nat appere,
Lavyne; and thou, Lucresse of Rome toun,
And Polixene, that boghten love so dere,
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Subhas Chandra Chakra 01 October 2017
A beautiful poem ever written, thanks for getting us to read.
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Edward Kofi Louis 01 October 2017
My lady cometh! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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Kumarmani Mahakul 01 October 2017
Herro, Dido, Laudomia, alle y-fere, And Phyllis, hanging for thy Demophoun, And Canace, espyed by thy chere, Ysiphile, betraysed with Jasoun, Maketh of your trouthe neyther boost ne soun; Nor Ypermistre or Adriane, ye tweyne; My lady cometh, that al this may distevne.Love these lines. Beautiful poem. Thanks and congratularion ti his soul for being selected as this poem as the poem of the day.
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Gajanan Mishra 01 October 2017
love and love, good write
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Bernard F. Asuncion 01 October 2017
Such an interesting poem........
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