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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE FORMER AGE (AFTER BOETHIUS), by GEOFFREY CHAUCER Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: A blisful lyf, a paisible and a swete Last Line: Poyson, manslauhtre, and mordre in sondry wyse. | |||
A BLISFUL lyf, a paisible and a swete, Ledden the peples in the former age. They helde hem payed of the fruites that they ete, Which that the feldes yave hem by usage; They ne were nat forpampred with outrage. Unknowen was the quern and eek the melle; They eten mast, hawes, and swich pounage, And dronken water of the colde welle. Yit nas the ground nat wounded with the plough, But corn up-sprong, unsowe of mannes hond, The which they gnodded, and eete nat half ynough. No man yit knew the forwes of his lond; No man the fyr out of the flint yit fond; Unkorven and ungrobbed lay the vyne; No man yit in the morter spyces grond To clarre, ne to sause of galantyne. No mader, welde, or wood no litestere Ne knew; the flees was of his former hewe; No flesh ne wiste offence of egge or spere; No coyn ne knew man which was fals or trewe; No ship yit karf the wawes grene and blewe; No marchaunt yit ne fette outlandish ware; No trompes for the werres folk ne knewe, Ne toures heye and walles rounde or square. What sholde it han avayled to werreye? Ther lay no profit, ther was no richesse, But cursed was the tyme, I dar wel seye, That men first dide hir swety bysinesse To grobbe up metal, lurkinge in derknesse, And in the riveres first gemmes soghte. Allas! than sprong up al the cursednesse Of coveytyse, that first our sorwe broghte! Thise tyraunts putte hem gladly nat in pres No wildnesse ne no busshes for to winne Ther poverte is, as seith Diogenes, Ther as vitaile is eek so skars and thinne That noght but mast or apples is therinne. But, ther as bagges been and fat vitaile, Ther wol they gon, and spare for no sinne With al hir ost the cite for t'assaile. Yit were no paleis-chaumbres, ne non halles; In caves and [in] wodes softe and swete Slepten this blissed folk withoute walles, On gras or leves in parfit quiete. No doun of fetheres, ne no bleched shete Was kid to hem, but in seurtee they slepte. Hir hertes were al oon, withoute galles; Everich of hem his feith to other kepte. Unforged was the hauberk and the plate; The lambish people, voyd of alle vyce, Hadden no fantasye to debate, But ech of hem wolde other wel cheryce; No pryde, non envye, non avaryce, No lord, no taylage by no tyrannye; Humblesse and pees, good feith, the emperice, . . . . . . . . Yit was not Jupiter the likerous, That first was fader of delicacye, Come in this world; ne Nembrot, desirous To regne, had nat maad his toures hye. Allas, allas! now may men wepe and crye! For in oure dayes nis but covetyse, Doublenesse, and tresoun, and envye, Poyson, manslauhtre, and mordre in sondry wyse. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LACK OF STEADFASTNESS; BALLAD by GEOFFREY CHAUCER MERCILES BEAUTE; A TRIPLE ROUNDEL: 1. CAPTIVITY by GEOFFREY CHAUCER MERCILES BEAUTE; A TRIPLE ROUNDEL: 2. REJECTION by GEOFFREY CHAUCER MERCILES BEAUTE; A TRIPLE ROUNDEL: 3. ESCAPE by GEOFFREY CHAUCER THE CANTERBURY TALES: THE GENERAL PROLOGUE by GEOFFREY CHAUCER THE CHARACTER OF A GOOD PARSON by GEOFFREY CHAUCER THE COCK AND THE FOX, OR THE TALE OF THE NUN'S PRIEST by GEOFFREY CHAUCER THE COMPLAINT OF CHAUCER TO HIS EMPTY PURSE by GEOFFREY CHAUCER TO ROSAMONDE: A BALADE by GEOFFREY CHAUCER A BALADE OF COMPLAINT by GEOFFREY CHAUCER |
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