The Romaunt of the Rose – Fragment A – Geoffrey Chaucer

I saugh a GARDIN right anoon, Ful long and brood, and everydel Enclos it was, and walled wel, With hye walles enbatailled, Portrayed without, and wel entailled         140 With many riche portraitures; And bothe images and peyntures Gan I biholde bisily. And I wol telle you, redily, Of thilke images the semblaunce,         145 As fer asContinue reading “The Romaunt of the Rose – Fragment A – Geoffrey Chaucer”

To Spring – William Blake poem

O thou with dewy locks, who lookest down Thro’ the clear windows of the morning, turn Thine angel eyes upon our western isle, Which in full choir hails thy approach, O Spring! The hills tell each other, and the listening Valleys hear; all our longing eyes are turned Up to thy bright pavilions: issue forth,Continue reading “To Spring – William Blake poem”