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 IAGPROLOGUE | A |
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Here bygynneth the Book of the tales of Caunterbury | B |
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Whan that Aprille with hise shoures soote | C |
The droghte of March hath perced to the roote | C |
And bathed every veyne in swich licour | B |
Of which vertu engendred is the flour | B |
Whan Zephirus eek with his swete breeth | D |
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Inspired hath in every holt and heeth | D |
The tendre croppes and the yonge sonne | E |
Hath in the Ram his halfe cours yronne | E |
And smale foweles maken melodye | F |
That slepen al the nyght with open eye | F |
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So priketh hem Nature in hir corages | G |
Thanne longen folk to goon on pilgrimages | G |
And palmeres for to seken straunge strondes | G |
To ferne halwes kowthe in sondry londes | G |
And specially from every shires ende | C |
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Of Engelond to Caunturbury they wende | C |
The hooly blisful martir for the seke | A |
That hem hath holpen whan that they were seeke | A |
Bifil that in that seson on a day | C |
In Southwerk at the Tabard as I lay | C |
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Redy to wenden on my pilgrymage | H |
To Caunterbury with ful devout corage | H |
At nyght were come into that hostelrye | F |
Wel nyne and twenty in a compaignye | F |
Of sondry folk by aventure yfalle | C |
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In felaweshipe and pilgrimes were they alle | C |
That toward Caunterbury wolden ryde | C |
The chambres and the stables weren wyde | C |
And wel we weren esed atte beste | C |
And shortly whan the sonne was to reste | C |
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So hadde I spoken with hem everychon | E |
That I was of hir felaweshipe anon | E |
And made forward erly for to ryse | G |
To take our wey ther as I yow devyse | G |
But nathelees whil I have tyme and space | G |
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Er that I ferther in this tale pace | G |
Me thynketh it acordaunt to resoun | E |
To telle yow al the condicioun | E |
Of ech of hem so as it semed me | I |
And whiche they weren and of what degree | I |
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And eek in what array that they were inne | E |
And at a knyght than wol I first bigynne | E |
A knyght ther was and that a worthy man | E |
That fro the tyme that he first bigan | E |
To riden out he loved chivalrie | I |
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Trouthe and honour fredom and curteisie | G |
Ful worthy was he in his lordes werre | I |
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And therto hadde he riden no man ferre | I |
As wel in Cristendom as in Hethenesse | G |
And evere honoured for his worthynesse | G |
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At Alisaundre he was whan it was wonne | E |
Ful ofte tyme he hadde the bord bigonne | E |
Aboven alle nacions in Pruce | G |
In Lettow hadde he reysed and in Ruce | G |
No cristen man so ofte of his degree | I |
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In Gernade at the seege eek hadde he be | I |
Of Algezir and riden in Belmarye | F |
At Lyeys was he and at Satalye | F |
Whan they were wonne and in the Grete See | I |
At many a noble arive hadde he be | I |
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At mortal batailles hadde he been fiftene | E |
And foughten for oure feith at Tramyssene | E |
In lystes thries and ay slayn his foo | J |
This ilke worthy knyght hadde been also | G |
Somtyme with the lord of Palatye | F |
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Agayn another hethen in Turkye | F |
And everemoore he hadde a sovereyn prys | G |
And though that he were worthy he was wys | G |
And of his port as meeke as is a mayde | C |
He nevere yet no vileynye ne sayde | C |
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In al his lyf unto no maner wight | C |
He was a verray parfit gentil knyght | C |
But for to tellen yow of his array | I |
His hors weren goode but he was nat gay | I |
Of fustian he wered a gypoun | E |
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Al bismotered with his habergeoun | E |
For he was late ycome from his viage | H |
And wente for to doon his pilgrymage | H |
With hym ther was his sone a yong Squier | I |
A lovyere and a lusty bacheler | I |
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With lokkes crulle as they were leyd in presse | G |
Of twenty yeer of age he was I gesse | G |
Of his stature he was of evene lengthe | D |
And wonderly delyvere and of greet strengthe | D |
And he hadde been somtyme in chyvachie | K |
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In Flaundres in Artoys and Pycardie | C |
And born hym weel as of so litel space | G |
In hope to stonden in his lady grace | G |
Embrouded was he as it were a meede | C |
Al ful of fresshe floures whyte and reede | C |
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Syngynge he was or floytynge al the day | C |
He was as fressh as is the monthe of May | C |
Short was his gowne with sleves longe and wyde | C |
Wel koude he sitte on hors and faire ryde | C |
He koude songes make and wel endite | C |
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Juste and eek daunce and weel purtreye and write | C |
So hoote he lovede that by nyghtertale | C |
He slepte namoore than dooth a nyghtyngale | C |
Curteis he was lowely and servysable | C |
And carf biforn his fader at the table | C |
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A Yeman hadde he and servantz namo | C |
At that tyme for hym liste ride soo | G |
And he was clad in cote and hood of grene | E |
A sheef of pecok arwes bright and kene | E |
Under his belt he bar ful thriftily | C |
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Wel koude he dresse his takel yemanly | C |
Hise arwes drouped noght with fetheres lowe | G |
And in his hand he baar a myghty bowe | G |
A not heed hadde he with a broun visage | H |
Of woodecraft wel koude he al the usage | H |
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Upon his arm he baar a gay bracer | I |
And by his syde a swerd and a bokeler | I |
And on that oother syde a gay daggere | I |
Harneised wel and sharpe as point of spere | I |
A Cristophere on his brest of silver sheene | E |
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An horn he bar the bawdryk was of grene | E |
A Forster was he soothly as I gesse | G |
Ther was also a Nonne a Prioresse | G |
That of hir smylyng was ful symple and coy | A |
Hir gretteste ooth was but by Seinte Loy | A |
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And she was cleped Madame Eglentyne | E |
Ful weel she soong the service dyvyne | E |
Entuned in hir nose ful semely | A |
And Frenssh she spak ful faire and fetisly | A |
After the scole of Stratford atte Bowe | G |
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For Frenssh of Parys was to hir unknowe | G |
At mete wel ytaught was she withalle | A |
She leet no morsel from hir lippes falle | A |
Ne wette hir fyngres in hir sauce depe | L |
Wel koude she carie a morsel and wel kepe | L |
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That no drope ne fille upon hir brist | C |
In curteisie was set ful muche hir list | C |
Hire over lippe wyped she so clene | E |
That in hir coppe ther was no ferthyng sene | E |
Of grece whan she dronken hadde hir draughte | C |
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Ful semely after hir mete she raughte | C |
And sikerly she was of greet desport | C |
And ful plesaunt and amyable of port | C |
And peyned hir to countrefete cheere | I |
Of court and been estatlich of manere | I |
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And to ben holden digne of reverence | G |
But for to speken of hir conscience | G |
She was so charitable and so pitous | G |
She wolde wepe if that she saugh a mous | G |
Kaught in a trappe if it were deed or bledde | C |
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Of smale houndes hadde she that she fedde | C |
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With rosted flessh or milk and wastel breed | C |
But soore weep she if oon of hem were deed | C |
Or if men smoot it with a yerde smerte | C |
And al was conscience and tendre herte | C |
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Ful semyly hir wympul pynched was | G |
Hire nose tretys hir eyen greye as glas | G |
Hir mouth ful smal and therto softe and reed | C |
But sikerly she hadde a fair forheed | C |
It was almoost a spanne brood I trowe | G |
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For hardily she was nat undergrowe | G |
Ful fetys was hir cloke as I was war | I |
Of smal coral aboute hir arm she bar | I |
A peire of bedes gauded al with grene | E |
An theron heng a brooch of gold ful sheene | E |
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On which ther was first write a crowned A ' | - |
And after Amor vincit omnia ' | - |
Another Nonne with hir hadde she | K |
That was hire Chapeleyne and preestes thre | I |
A Monk ther was a fair for the maistrie | I |
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An outridere that lovede venerie | I |
A manly man to been an abbot able | A |
Ful many a deyntee ho | G |
Geoffrey Chaucer
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