beginning lines of The Canterbury Tales and The Waste 英国文学导读Land.pdf

The Canterbury Tales When in April the sweet-smelling showers Has pierced the drought of March to the root, And bathed every vein (of the plants) in such liquid By the power of which the flower is created; When the West Wind also with its sweet breath, In every wood and field has breathed life into, The tender new leaves, and the young sun Has run half its course in Aries （白羊座） And small fowls make melody, Those that sleep all the night with open eyes (So Nature incites them in their hearts), Then folk long to go on pilgrimages And palmers long to seek t