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Titolo: Here begins the Book of the Tales of Canterbury

Here begins the Book of the Tales of Canterbury
          When April with his showers sweet with fruit
          The drought of March has pierced unto the root
          And bathed each vein with liquor that has power
          To generate therein and sire the flower;
          When Zephyr also has, with his sweet breath,
          Quickened again, in every holt and heath,
          The tender shoots and buds, and the young sun
          Into the Ram one half his course has run,
          And many little birds make melody
          That sleep through all the night with open eye
          (So Nature pricks them on to ramp and rage)-
          Then do folk long to go on pilgrimage,
          And palmers to go seeking out strange strands,
          To distant shrines well known in sundry lands.
          And specially from every shire's end
          Of England they to Canterbury wend,
          The holy blessed martyr there to seek
          Who helped them when they lay so ill and weal
          Befell that, in that season, on a day
          In Southwark, at the Tabard, as I lay
          Ready to start upon my pilgrimage
          To Canterbury, full of devout homage,
          There came at nightfall to that hostelry
          Some nine and twenty in a company
          Of sundry persons who had chanced to fall
          In fellowship, and pilgrims were they all
          That toward Canterbury town would ride.
          The rooms and stables spacious were and wide,
          And well we there were eased, and of the best.
          And briefly, when the sun had gone to rest,
          So had I spoken with them, every one,
          That I was of their fellowship anon,
          And made agreement that we'd early rise
          To take the road, as you I will apprise.
          But none the less, whilst I have time and space,
          Before yet farther in this tale I pace,
          It seems to me accordant with reason
          To inform you of the state of every one
          Of all of these, as it appeared to me,
          And who they were, and what was their degree,
          And even how arrayed there at the inn;
          And with a knight thus will I first begin.
--
Enrico 'magic' - 
mma...@tiscalinet.it
 -
"Between thought and expression
                lies a lifetime"

           When April with his showers sweet with fruit...
Eh, no. Semmai:
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THE PROLOGE
Whan biginneth the Book of the Tales of Caunterbury
WHAN that Aprill with bis shoures sote
The droghte Of Marche hath Perced to the rote,
And bathed every veyne in swich licour
Of which vertu engendred is the flour,
Whan Zephirus eek with his swete breeth
Inspired hath in every holt and heeth
The tendre croppes, and the yonge sonne
Hath in the Ram his halfe cours y-ronne,
And smale fowles maken melodye,
T'hat slepen al the night with open ye
(So priketh hem Nature in hir corages):
Than longen folk to goon on pilgrimages
And palmers for to seken straunge strondes,
To ferne halwes, couthe in sondry londes;
And specially, from every shires ende
Of Engelond, to Caunterbury they wende,
The holy blisful martir for to seke
That hem hat holpen, whan that they were seke.
    Bifel that in that seson on a day,
In Southwerk at the tabard as I lay
Redy to wenden on my pilgrimage
To Caunterbury with ful devout corage,
At night was come into that hostelrye
Wel nyne and twenty in a companye
Of sondry folk, by aventure y falle
In felawshipe, and pilgrims were they alle
That toward Caunterbury wolden ryde.
The chambres and the stables weren wyde,
And wel we weren esed atte beste.
And shortly, whan the sonne was to reste,
So hadde I spoken with hem everichon,
That I was of hir felawshipe anon,
And made forward erly for to ryse,
To take our wey, ther as I yow devyse,
    But natheles, whyl I have tyme and space,
Er that I ferther in this tale pace,
Me thinketh it acordaunt to resoun,
To telle yow al the condicioun
Of ech of hem, so as it semed me,
And whiche they weren, and of what degree,
And eek in what array that they were inne:
And at a knight than wol I first biginne.
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Ciao
Anna
(sě ma... tuttoquestocosacentraconilrocknroll...?)

 (sì ma... tuttoquestocosacentraconilrocknroll...?)
Chissà...
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Scuola? :)
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Darth Mist
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Hefner (We love the city)
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Grandaddy
Crashland
Radiohead (Kid A)
At The Drive-In

 Here begins the Book of the Tales of Canterbury
<snip>
Chaucer... right?
Greetings
Fester

 Scuola? :)
E per scrivere una sola parola (tra l'altro non l'ho capita) c'era bisogno
di quotare tutto?
Anna

 di quotare tutto?
Esattamente.
Il quotare tre k di messaggio ti ha causato qualche problema?
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 Il quotare tre k di messaggio ti ha causato qualche problema?
A te piacerebbe se tutti facessero come te?
Anna

 Anna
Basta, vi prego!!!
Da un mio post inutile sta venendo fuori una discussione ancora pių inutile.
Per piacere, smettetela.
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 Per piacere, smettetela.
Ancora un pochino :P
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 A te piacerebbe se tutti facessero come te?
Certo che sì.
L'imitazione è la più alta forma di adulazione :)
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 collego con "scuola"...da qui il mio intervento.
Potevi dirlo subito! :-)
Ok (che vale anche per la preghiera di Enrico)
Ciao, e quota meglio :-P
Anna
(pliiiiiiz!)

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Il quote deve comprendere tutto ciò a cui si fa riferimento nella
risposta...il mio era un commento globale, quindi non mi pare niente di
esagerato :)
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Darth Mist
___________________________________________
*******************************************
ICQ #12566940
Il mio sempre instancabile CD player non riesce a fare a meno di
Hefner (We love the city)
Grandaddy
Crashland
Radiohead (Kid A)
At The Drive-In
Sigur Ros


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L'hai postato tradotto?Bravo...^____^
A questo punto mi vien voglia di postare l'intero "The Waste Land"
;-)))
(che personalmente adoro ^_^)
Sayonara !!
Love & Peace !!
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In ascolto:Robert Wyatt,"The End Of An Ear",1970
                (Thnx to Diego ;-D) 
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John Lennon,"I'm Only Sleeping",Revolver (1966)