ILLUSTRATIONS. The Knight, the Squier, the Yeoman, the Prioresse, } etc. The Sergeant of the Lawe, the Frankelein, the The Reve, the Manciple, the Sompnour, and the Miller And with that word we riden forth our way Blow, blow, thou winter wind "Ah, sweet! are ye a worldly creature" 66 Cease," quoth the Merle, "thy preaching, Nightin gale" "Blame not my lute" The secret groves which oft we made resound. The soote season, that bud and bloom forth brings . With how sad steps, O Moon! thou climb'st the skies. The cottage that affords no pride nor care. His flocks are folded, he comes home at night. Come live with me, and be my love. Time goes by turns Una and the Red-cross Knight Like as a ship, that through the ocean wide Fair Cynthia's silver light The wrathful winter 'proaching on apace . Some glory in their birth . Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky. On a bat's back I do fly Autolycus' Song. You spotted snakes, with double tongue JOHN GILBERT. 95 96 |