Geoffrey Chaucer Poems

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Geoffrey Chaucer
Geoffrey Chaucer (c. 1343 October 25, 1400) was an English author, poet, philosopher, bureaucrat courtier, and diplomat. Although he wrote many works, he is best remembered for his unfinished frame narrative The Canterbury Tales. Sometimes called the father of English literature, Chaucer is credited by some scholars as being the first author to demonstrate the artistic legitimacy of the vernacular English language, rather than French or Latin.

the railway train
 
 
I like to see it lap the miles,
And lick the valleys up,
And stop to feed itself at tanks;... [read poem]
the knight's portrait
 
 
A knyght ther was, and that a worthy man,
That fro the tyme that he first bigan
To riden o... [read poem]
there's a certain slant of light
 
 
There's a certain slant of light,
On winter afternoons,
That oppresses, like the weight... [read poem]
success
 
 
Success is counted sweetest
By those who ne'er succeed.
To comprehend a nectar
Requir... [read poem]
tie the strings to my life, my lord
 
 
Tie the strings to my life, my Lord,
Then I am ready to go!
Just a look at the horses-... [read poem]
surgeons must be very careful
 
 
Surgeons must be very careful
When they take the knife!
Underneath their fine incisions
Stirs the Culprit--Life!
dying
 
 
I heard a fly buzz when I died;
The stillness round my form
Was like the stillness in the ... [read poem]
the snake
 
 
A narrow fellow in the grass
Occasionally rides;
You may have met him,--did you not,
... [read poem]
i'm nobody! who are you?
 
 
I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there's a pair of us -- don't tell!... [read poem]
"faith" is fine invention (185)
 
 
"Faith" is a fine invention
For gentlemen who see,
But Microscopes are prudent
In an emergency!
i felt a funeral in my brain
 
 
I felt a funeral in my brain,
And mourners, to and fro,
Kept treading, treading, till ... [read poem]
a little east of jordan (59)
 
 
A little east of Jordan,
Evangelists record,
A gymnast and an angel
Did wrestle long ... [read poem]
wild nights!--wild nights! (249)
 
 
Wild nights--wild nights!
Were I with thee
Wild nights should be
Our luxury!
... [read poem]
to rosemounde
 
 
Ma dame, ye ben of al beaute shryne
As fer as cercled is the mapamonde;
For as the cristal... [read poem]
the chariot
 
 
Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just o... [read poem]
exclusion
 
 
The soul selects her own society,
Then shuts the door;
On her divine majority
Obtrude... [read poem]
i never hear the word "escape" (77)
 
 
I never hear the word "escape"
Without a quicker blood,
A sudden expectation,
A flyin... [read poem]
it was not death, for i stood up (510)
 
 
It was not death, for I stood up,
And all the dead lie down.
It was not night, for all the... [read poem]
a toad can die of light!
 
 
A toad can die of light!
Death is the common right
Of toads and men,--
Of earl an... [read poem]
the heart asks pleasure first
 
 
The heart asks pleasure first,
And then, excuse from pain;
And then, those little anodynes... [read poem]
retrospect
 
 
'Twas just this time, last year, I died.
I know I heard the corn,
When I was carried b... [read poem]
"hope" is the thing with feathers (254)
 
 
"Hope" is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the ... [read poem]
safe in their alabaster chambers
 
 
Safe in their alabaster chambers,
Untouched by morning and untouched by noon,
Sleep the me... [read poem]
the bustle in the house (1078)
 
 
The bustle in a house
The morning after death
Is solemnest of industries
Enacted upon... [read poem]
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