In Honor of the Tenth Graders

[browngirl]

Who are walking through the lobby reciting this to each other.



When that Aprille with his showres swoot
The drought of Marche hath percèd to the root,
And bathèd every veyn in suche licoúr,
From which vertu engendred is the flour;
When Zephirus eek with his swete breeth
Enspirèd hath in every holte and heeth
The tendre croppes, and the yonge sonne
Hath in the Ram his halfe course runne,
And smale fowles maken melodie,
That slepen al the night with open eye,
So pricketh them natúre in their coráges:—
Thenne longen folk to go on pilgrimàges,
And palmers for to seeken strange strandes,
To distant seintes, known in sondry landes;
And specially, from every shires ende
Of Engelond, to Canturbury they wende,
The holy blisful martir for to seeke,
That them hath holpen when that they were weeke.

--from the Prologue to the Canterbury Tales by Geoffrey Chaucer

Comments

[thatcrazycajun.livejournal.com]

You would probably enjoy this...
Beowulf vs. Godsylla (http://www.hyperborea.org/humor/beowulf.phtml)

[autographedcat.livejournal.com]

TMRISG!

[thatcrazycajun.livejournal.com]

>TMRISG!<

Huh?

[autographedcat.livejournal.com]

Twisted Minds Run In Similar Gutters :)

[browngirl.livejournal.com]

*giggle* That was adorable!

[autographedcat.livejournal.com]

You should give them a copy of this:

http://www.hyperborea.org/humor/beowulf.phtml

[browngirl.livejournal.com]

*grin* With two such recs, surely!

[thnidu.livejournal.com]

But were they singing it?

Canterbury Time
(ttto "For the Longest Time", Billy Joel)
(` before some accented syllables)

`Whan that aprill with his shoures soote
The `droghte of march hath percëd to the roote,
And `bathëd every veyne in swich licour
Of `which vertu engendred is the flour;
`Whan zephirus eek with his sweete breeth
In`spirëd hath in every holt and heeth
`Tendre croppes, and the yonge sonne
Hath `in the ram his halve cours yronne,
`And smale fowelës maken melodye,
That `slepen al the nyght with open yë
(so `priketh hem nature in hir corages);
Thanne `longen folk to goon on pilgrimages,
And `palmeres for to seken straungë strondes,
To fernë halwës, kowthe in sondry londes;

Oh-oh-oh-oh, Canterbury Talës
Oh-oh-oh, Canterbury --

And `specially from every shirës ende
Of `engëlond to caunterbury they wende,
The `hooly blisful martir for to seke,
That `hem hath holpen whan that they were seeke.

Oh-oh-oh-oh, Canterbury Talës,
Oh-oh-oh, Canterbury Tales,
Oh-oh-oh-oh, Canterbury Tales...

[browngirl.livejournal.com]

*sings along, swaying* I will have to see if I can teach them this!

[hanseth.livejournal.com]

Oh good god, that brings back memories. I think I even remember how to pronounce it all correctly.

[browngirl.livejournal.com]

I've been reciting bits to the kids and delighting in their croggled looks. :)