The Canterbury Tales Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A B CCBBD DEEFF GGGGC CAACC HHFFC CCCCC EEGGG GEEII EEEEI GI IGG EEGGI IFFII EEJGF FGGCC CCIIE EHHII GGDDK CGGCC CCCCC CCCCC CGEEC CGGHH IIIIE EGGAA EEAAG GAALL CCEEC CCCII GGGGC C CCCC GGCCG GIIEE KII IAG

PROLOGUEA
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Here bygynneth the Book of the tales of CaunterburyB
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Whan that Aprille with hise shoures sooteC
The droghte of March hath perced to the rooteC
And bathed every veyne in swich licourB
Of which vertu engendred is the flourB
Whan Zephirus eek with his swete breethD
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Inspired hath in every holt and heethD
The tendre croppes and the yonge sonneE
Hath in the Ram his halfe cours yronneE
And smale foweles maken melodyeF
That slepen al the nyght with open eyeF
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So priketh hem Nature in hir coragesG
Thanne longen folk to goon on pilgrimagesG
And palmeres for to seken straunge strondesG
To ferne halwes kowthe in sondry londesG
And specially from every shires endeC
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Of Engelond to Caunturbury they wendeC
The hooly blisful martir for the sekeA
That hem hath holpen whan that they were seekeA
Bifil that in that seson on a dayC
In Southwerk at the Tabard as I layC
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Redy to wenden on my pilgrymageH
To Caunterbury with ful devout corageH
At nyght were come into that hostelryeF
Wel nyne and twenty in a compaignyeF
Of sondry folk by aventure yfalleC
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In felaweshipe and pilgrimes were they alleC
That toward Caunterbury wolden rydeC
The chambres and the stables weren wydeC
And wel we weren esed atte besteC
And shortly whan the sonne was to resteC
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So hadde I spoken with hem everychonE
That I was of hir felaweshipe anonE
And made forward erly for to ryseG
To take our wey ther as I yow devyseG
But nathelees whil I have tyme and spaceG
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Er that I ferther in this tale paceG
Me thynketh it acordaunt to resounE
To telle yow al the condiciounE
Of ech of hem so as it semed meI
And whiche they weren and of what degreeI
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And eek in what array that they were inneE
And at a knyght than wol I first bigynneE
A knyght ther was and that a worthy manE
That fro the tyme that he first biganE
To riden out he loved chivalrieI
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Trouthe and honour fredom and curteisieG
Ful worthy was he in his lordes werreI
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And therto hadde he riden no man ferreI
As wel in Cristendom as in HethenesseG
And evere honoured for his worthynesseG
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At Alisaundre he was whan it was wonneE
Ful ofte tyme he hadde the bord bigonneE
Aboven alle nacions in PruceG
In Lettow hadde he reysed and in RuceG
No cristen man so ofte of his degreeI
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In Gernade at the seege eek hadde he beI
Of Algezir and riden in BelmaryeF
At Lyeys was he and at SatalyeF
Whan they were wonne and in the Grete SeeI
At many a noble arive hadde he beI
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At mortal batailles hadde he been fifteneE
And foughten for oure feith at TramysseneE
In lystes thries and ay slayn his fooJ
This ilke worthy knyght hadde been alsoG
Somtyme with the lord of PalatyeF
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Agayn another hethen in TurkyeF
And everemoore he hadde a sovereyn prysG
And though that he were worthy he was wysG
And of his port as meeke as is a maydeC
He nevere yet no vileynye ne saydeC
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In al his lyf unto no maner wightC
He was a verray parfit gentil knyghtC
But for to tellen yow of his arrayI
His hors weren goode but he was nat gayI
Of fustian he wered a gypounE
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Al bismotered with his habergeounE
For he was late ycome from his viageH
And wente for to doon his pilgrymageH
With hym ther was his sone a yong SquierI
A lovyere and a lusty bachelerI
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With lokkes crulle as they were leyd in presseG
Of twenty yeer of age he was I gesseG
Of his stature he was of evene lengtheD
And wonderly delyvere and of greet strengtheD
And he hadde been somtyme in chyvachieK
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In Flaundres in Artoys and PycardieC
And born hym weel as of so litel spaceG
In hope to stonden in his lady graceG
Embrouded was he as it were a meedeC
Al ful of fresshe floures whyte and reedeC
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Syngynge he was or floytynge al the dayC
He was as fressh as is the monthe of MayC
Short was his gowne with sleves longe and wydeC
Wel koude he sitte on hors and faire rydeC
He koude songes make and wel enditeC
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Juste and eek daunce and weel purtreye and writeC
So hoote he lovede that by nyghtertaleC
He slepte namoore than dooth a nyghtyngaleC
Curteis he was lowely and servysableC
And carf biforn his fader at the tableC
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A Yeman hadde he and servantz namoC
At that tyme for hym liste ride sooG
And he was clad in cote and hood of greneE
A sheef of pecok arwes bright and keneE
Under his belt he bar ful thriftilyC
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Wel koude he dresse his takel yemanlyC
Hise arwes drouped noght with fetheres loweG
And in his hand he baar a myghty boweG
A not heed hadde he with a broun visageH
Of woodecraft wel koude he al the usageH
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Upon his arm he baar a gay bracerI
And by his syde a swerd and a bokelerI
And on that oother syde a gay daggereI
Harneised wel and sharpe as point of spereI
A Cristophere on his brest of silver sheeneE
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An horn he bar the bawdryk was of greneE
A Forster was he soothly as I gesseG
Ther was also a Nonne a PrioresseG
That of hir smylyng was ful symple and coyA
Hir gretteste ooth was but by Seinte LoyA
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And she was cleped Madame EglentyneE
Ful weel she soong the service dyvyneE
Entuned in hir nose ful semelyA
And Frenssh she spak ful faire and fetislyA
After the scole of Stratford atte BoweG
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For Frenssh of Parys was to hir unknoweG
At mete wel ytaught was she withalleA
She leet no morsel from hir lippes falleA
Ne wette hir fyngres in hir sauce depeL
Wel koude she carie a morsel and wel kepeL
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That no drope ne fille upon hir bristC
In curteisie was set ful muche hir listC
Hire over lippe wyped she so cleneE
That in hir coppe ther was no ferthyng seneE
Of grece whan she dronken hadde hir draughteC
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Ful semely after hir mete she raughteC
And sikerly she was of greet desportC
And ful plesaunt and amyable of portC
And peyned hir to countrefete cheereI
Of court and been estatlich of manereI
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And to ben holden digne of reverenceG
But for to speken of hir conscienceG
She was so charitable and so pitousG
She wolde wepe if that she saugh a mousG
Kaught in a trappe if it were deed or bleddeC
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Of smale houndes hadde she that she feddeC
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With rosted flessh or milk and wastel breedC
But soore weep she if oon of hem were deedC
Or if men smoot it with a yerde smerteC
And al was conscience and tendre herteC
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Ful semyly hir wympul pynched wasG
Hire nose tretys hir eyen greye as glasG
Hir mouth ful smal and therto softe and reedC
But sikerly she hadde a fair forheedC
It was almoost a spanne brood I troweG
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For hardily she was nat undergroweG
Ful fetys was hir cloke as I was warI
Of smal coral aboute hir arm she barI
A peire of bedes gauded al with greneE
An theron heng a brooch of gold ful sheeneE
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On which ther was first write a crowned A '-
And after Amor vincit omnia '-
Another Nonne with hir hadde sheK
That was hire Chapeleyne and preestes threI
A Monk ther was a fair for the maistrieI
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An outridere that lovede venerieI
A manly man to been an abbot ableA
Ful many a deyntee hoG

Geoffrey Chaucer



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