Saturday, January 4, 2003

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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,
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Geoffrey Chaucer
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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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