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Portrait of Geoffrey Chaucer Geoffrey Chaucer The Canterbury Tales — The Squieres Tale (1900)

That ther nis tygre, ne noon so cruel beste,
That dwelleth either in wode or in foreste 420
That nolde han wept, if that he wepe coude,
For sorwe of hir, she shrighte alwey so loude.
For ther nas never yet no man on lyve—
If that I coude a faucon wel discryve—
That herde of swich another of fairnesse, 425
As wel of plumage as of gentillesse
Of shap, and al that mighte y-rekened be.
A faucon peregryn than semed she (420)
Of fremde land; and evermore, as she stood,
She swowneth now and now for lakke of blood, 430
Til wel neigh is she fallen fro the tree.
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Portrait of Geoffrey Chaucer Geoffrey Chaucer The Canterbury Tales — The Squieres Tale (1900)

But for to telle yow al hir beautee,
It lyth nat in my tonge, nin my conning; 35
I dar nat undertake so heigh a thing.
Myn English eek is insufficient;
It moste been a rethor excellent, (30)
That coude his colours longing for that art,
If he sholde hir discryven every part.
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