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Fragment 1 Prologue GP The General
Tale KnT The Knight's
Prologue MilP The Miller's
Tale MilT The Miller's

Would that by Hindu magic we became Dark monks of jeweled India long ago,
Sitting at Prince Siddartha's feet to know The foolishness of gold and love and station,
The gospel of the Great Renunciation,
The ragged cloak, the staff,…

Throned in splendor, immortal Aphrodite!
Child of Zeus,
Enchantress,
I implore thee Slay me not in this distress and anguish

And now 'tis time; for their officious haste,
Who would before have borne him to the sky,
Like eager Romans ere all rites were past Did let too soon the sacred eagle fly.
Though our best notes are treason to his fame Join'd with…

At evening the autumn woodlands
With deadly weapons.
Over the golden
And lakes of blue, the

IS Soul fared forth (as from the deep
The father-songster plies the hour-long quest),
To feed his soul-brood hungering in the nest;
But his warm Heart, the mother-bird,

I know that there are slumbrous woods beyond On islands of white marges, where the tide Floods upward, blue as a kingfisher's wing,
And sails, like wishes of a reverie,
Shine to the wind that fills them, far inland.
I know that…

First having read the book of myths,
and loaded the camera,
and checked the edge of the knife-blade,
I put onthe body-armor of black rubberthe absurd flippersthe grave and awkward mask.

Bells are booming down the bohreens,
White the mist along the grass,
Now the Julias,
Maeves and

HY did she love her mother's so?
It hath wrought her wondrous wo.
Once she saw an armed
In the pale sepulchral light;

It was an English ladye bright,
(The sun shines fair on Carlisle wall,)And she would marry a Scottish knight,
For Love will still be lord of all.
Blithely they saw the rising sun

Come unto these yellow sands,
And then take hands:
Court'sied when you have, and kiss'd,— The wild waves whist,— Foot it featly here and there;
And, sweet sprites, the burthen bear.

There is never a wind to sing o'er the sea On its dimpled bosom that holdeth in fee Wealth of silver and magicry;
And the harbor is like to an ebon cup With mother-o'-pearl to the lips lined up,
And brimmed with the wine of entranced…

Wot's in a name? — she sez . . .
An' then she sighs,
An' clasps 'er little 'ands, an' rolls 'er eyes. "A rose," she sez, "
be any other name Would smell the same.

Sweet, harmless lives! (on whose holy leisure
Waits innocence and pleasure),
Whose leaders to those pastures, and clear springs,
Were patriarchs, saints, and kings

Once there was a she loved a little boy.
And everyday the boy would comeand he would gather her leavesand make them into crownsand play king of the forest.
He would climb up her trunkand swing from her branchesand eat apples.
And…

Cherries of the night are
Than the cherries pluckt at noon Gather to your fairy piper When he pipes his magic tune:
Merry, merry,
Take a cherry;

I have seen peoples come and go Alike the Ocean'd ebb and flow;
I have seen kingdoms rise and fall Like springtime shadows on a wall.
I have seen houses rendered great That grew from life's debased estate,
And all, all, all is…

Out of the gray northwest, where many a day gone by
Ye tugged and howled in your tempestuous grot, And evermore the huge frost giants lie,
Your wizard guards in vigilance unforgot, Out of the gray northwest, for now the bonds are riven,…

The mountain and the squirrel Had a quarrel;
And the former called the latter "Little Prig." Bun replied, "You are doubtless very big;
But all sorts of things and weather Must be taken in together To make up a year And a…

The most important thing we've learned,
So far as children are concerned,
Is never,
ER,

YE elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves,
And ye that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him When he comes back, you demi-puppets that By moonshine do the green sour ringlets…

In rich Virginian woods,
The scarlet creeper reddens over graves,
Among the solemn trees enlooped with vines;
Heroic spirits haunt the solitudes,—The noble souls of half a million braves,

On Raglan Road on an autumn day I met her first and knew That her dark hair would weave a snare that I might one day rue;
I saw the danger, yet I walked along the enchanted way,
And I said, let grief be a fallen leaf at the dawning of…