"With that my hond in his he took anoon, Of which I comfort caughte, and wente in faste..."
by: Edward Coley Burne-Jones (Artist)
from: The Works of Geoffrey Chaucer: A Facsimile of the William Morris Kelmscott Chaucer (P. 315) - 1958
Additional Information:
"Thise vers of gold and blak ywriten were, The whiche I gan a stounde to beholde, For with that oon encresed ay my fere, And with that other gan myn herte bolde; That oon me hette, that other did me colde, No wit had I, for errour, for to chese, To entre or flee, or me to save or lese. "Right as, betwixen adamauntes two Of even might, a pece of iren yset, That hath no might to meve to ne fro, For what that on may hale, that other let, Ferde I, that niste whether me was bet, To entre or leve, til African my gyde Me hente, and shoof in at the gates wyde... "With that my hond in his he took anoon, Of which I comfort caughte, and wente in faste..." (p. 315)
"Thise vers of gold and blak ywriten were, The whiche I gan a stounde to beholde, For with that oon encresed ay my fere, And with that other gan myn herte bolde; That oon me hette, that other did me colde, No wit had I, for errour, for to chese, To entre or flee, or me to save or lese. "Right as, betwixen adamauntes two Of even might, a pece of iren yset, That hath no might to meve to ne fro, For what that on may hale, that other let, Ferde I, that niste whether me was bet, To entre or leve, til African my gyde Me hente, and shoof in at the gates wyde... "With that my hond in his he took anoon, Of which I comfort caughte, and wente in faste..." (p. 315)
share this page
