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THE HOUSE OF FAME TROILUS AND CRESSIDA CHAUCER'S DREAM [1] THE PROLOGUE TO THE LEGEND OF GOOD WOMEN CHAUCER'S A.B.C. MISCELLANEOUS POEMS Transcriber's Note. Modern scholars believe that Chaucer was not the author ofthese poems. PREFACE. THE object of this volume is to place before the general readerour two early poetic masterpieces -- The Canterbury Tales andThe Faerie Queen; to do so in a way that will render theirpopular perusal easy in a time of little leisure and unboundedtemptations to
person who stayed in our house whom we called the captain.Well, said he, my mate Bill would be called the captain, as like as not. He has a cut on one cheek and a mighty pleasant way with him, particularly in drink, has my mate Bill. We'll put it, for argument like, that your captain has a cut on one cheek--and we'll put it, if you like, that that cheek's the right one. Ah, well! I told you. Now, is my mate Bill in this here house? I told him he was out walking. Which way, sonny? Which way is
a skeleton frame. His eyes are so deep that you can hardly see the fixed pupils. You just see two big black holes, as in a dead man's skull. His skin, which is stretched across his bones like a drumhead, is not white, but a nasty yellow. His nose is so little worth talking about that you can't see it side-face; and THE ABSENCE of that nose is a horrible thing TO LOOK AT. All the hair he has is three or four long dark locks on his forehead and behind his ears.This chief scene-shifter was a
pany them upstairs while he questioned her. In the absence of the coroner he wouldn't let the doctor touch the body.I must repair this lock, he said, the first thing, so nothing can be disturbed. Doctor Groom, a grim and dark man, had grown silent on entering the room. For a long time he stared at the body in the candle light, making as much of an examination as he could, evidently, without physical contact. Why did he ever come here to sleep? he asked in his rumbling bass voice. Nasty room!
study of words, phrases, and literary expressions is a highly interesting pursuit. There is a reciprocal influence between thought and language. What we think molds the words we use, and the words we use react upon our thoughts. Hence a study of words is a study of ideas, and a stimulant to deep and original thinking.We should not, however, study sparkling words and sonorous phrases with the object of introducing them consciously into our speech. To do so would inevitably lead to stiltedness
e end of her nose, while she counted One, two, three in a solemn voice. At once the cap changed to a slate, on which was written in big, white chalk marks:LET DOROTHY GO TO THE CITY OF EMERALDS The little old woman took the slate from her nose, and having read the words on it, asked, Is your name Dorothy, my dear? Yes, answered the child, looking up and drying her tears. Then you must go to the City of Emeralds. Perhaps Oz will help you. Where is this city? asked Dorothy. It is exactly in the