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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=395607" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>La Priere de Nostre Dame</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Almighty and all-merciable Queen,<br>To whom all this world fleeth for succour,<br>To have release of sin, of sorrow, of teen!<br>Glorious Virgin! of all flowers flow'r,<br>To thee I flee, confounded in errour!<br>Help and relieve, almighty debonair,<br>Have mercy of my perilous languour!<br>Vanquish'd me hath my cruel adversair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">B.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bounty so fix'd hath in thy heart his tent,<br>That well I wot thou wilt my succour be;<br>Thou canst not warne that with good intent <br>Asketh thy help, thy heart is ay so free!<br>Thou art largess of plein felicity,<br>Haven and refuge of quiet and rest!<br>Lo! how that thieves seven chase me!<br>Help, Lady bright, ere that my ship to-brest!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">C.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Comfort is none, but in you, Lady dear!<br>For lo! my sin and my confusion,<br>Which ought not in thy presence to appear,<br>Have ta'en on me a grievous action,<br>Of very right and desperation!<br>And, as by right, they mighte well sustene<br>That I were worthy my damnation,<br>Ne were it mercy of you, blissful Queen!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">D.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Doubt is there none, Queen of misericorde,<br>That thou art cause of grace and mercy here;<br>God vouchesaf'd, through thee, with us t'accord;<br>For, certes, Christe's blissful mother dear!<br>Were now the bow y-bent, in such mannere<br>As it was first, of justice and of ire,<br>The rightful God would of no mercy hear;<br>But through thee have we grace as we desire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">E.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ever hath my hope of refuge in thee be';<br>For herebefore full oft in many a wise<br>Unto mercy hast thou received me.<br>But mercy, Lady! at the great assize,<br>When we shall come before the high Justice!<br>So little fruit shall then in me be found,<br>That, thou ere that day correcte me,<br>Of very right my work will me confound.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">F.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Flying, I flee for succour to thy tent,<br>Me for to hide from tempest full of dread;<br>Beseeching you, that ye you not absent,<br>Though I be wick'. O help yet at this need!<br>All have I been a beast in wit and deed,<br>Yet, Lady! thou me close in with thy grace;<br>Thine enemy and mine, -- Lady, take heed! --<br>Unto my death in point is me to chase.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">G.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Gracious Maid and Mother! which that never<br>Wert bitter nor in earthe nor in sea,<br>But full of sweetness and of mercy ever,<br>Help, that my Father be not wroth with me!<br>Speak thou, for I ne dare Him not see;<br>So have I done in earth, alas the while!<br>That, certes, but if thou my succour be,<br>To sink etern He will my ghost exile.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">H.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He vouchesaf'd, tell Him, as was His will,<br>Become a man, as for our alliance,<br>And with His blood He wrote that blissful bill<br>Upon the cross, as general acquittance<br>To ev'ry penitent in full creance;<br>And therefore, Lady bright! thou for us pray;<br>Then shalt thou stenten alle His grievance,<br>And make our foe to failen of his prey.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I wote well thou wilt be our succour,<br>Thou art so full of bounty in certain;<br>For, when a soule falleth in errour,<br>Thy pity go'th, and haleth him again;<br>Then makest thou his peace with his Sov'reign,<br>And bringest him out of the crooked street:<br>Whoso thee loveth shall not love in vain,<br>That shall he find as he the life shall lete.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">K.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Kalendares illumined be they<br>That in this world be lighted with thy name;<br>And whoso goeth with thee the right way,<br>Him shall not dread in soule to be lame;<br>Now, Queen of comfort! since thou art the same<br>To whom I seeke for my medicine,<br>Let not my foe no more my wound entame;<br>My heal into thy hand all I resign.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">L.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lady, thy sorrow can I not portray<br>Under that cross, nor his grievous penance;<br>But, for your bothe's pain, I you do pray,<br>Let not our aller foe make his boastance,<br>That he hath in his listes, with mischance, <br>Convicte that ye both have bought so dear;<br>As I said erst, thou ground of all substance!<br>Continue on us thy piteous eyen clear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">M.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Moses, that saw the bush of flames red<br>Burning, of which then never a stick brenn'd,<br>Was sign of thine unwemmed maidenhead.<br>Thou art the bush, on which there gan descend<br>The Holy Ghost, the which that Moses wend<br>Had been on fire; and this was in figure.<br>Now, Lady! from the fire us do defend,<br>Which that in hell eternally shall dure.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">N.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Noble Princess! that never haddest peer;<br>Certes if any comfort in us be,<br>That cometh of thee, Christe's mother dear!<br>We have none other melody nor glee,<br>Us to rejoice in our adversity;<br>Nor advocate, that will and dare so pray<br>For us, and for as little hire as ye,<br>That helpe for an Ave-Mary or tway.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O very light of eyen that be blind!<br>O very lust of labour and distress!<br>O treasurer of bounty to mankind!<br>The whom God chose to mother for humbless!<br>From his ancill he made thee mistress<br>Of heav'n and earth, our billes up to bede;<br>This world awaiteth ever on thy goodness;<br>For thou ne failedst never wight at need.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">P.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Purpose I have sometime for to enquere<br>Wherefore and why the Holy Ghost thee sought,<br>When Gabrielis voice came to thine ear;<br>He not to war us such a wonder wrought,<br>But for to save us, that sithens us bought:<br>Then needeth us no weapon us to save,<br>But only, where we did not as we ought,<br>Do penitence, and mercy ask and have.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Q.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Queen of comfort, right when I me bethink<br>That I aguilt have bothe Him and thee,<br>And that my soul is worthy for to sink,<br>Alas! I, caitiff, whither shall I flee?<br>Who shall unto thy Son my meane be?<br>Who, but thyself, that art of pity well?<br>Thou hast more ruth on our adversity<br>Than in this world might any tongue tell!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">R.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Redress me, Mother, and eke me chastise!<br>For certainly my Father's chastising<br>I dare not abiden in no wise,<br>So hideous is his full reckoning.<br>Mother! of whom our joy began to spring,<br>Be ye my judge, and eke my soule's leach;<br>For ay in you is pity abounding<br>To each that will of pity you beseech.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">S.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sooth is it that He granteth no pity<br>Withoute thee; for God of his goodness<br>Forgiveth none, but it like unto thee;<br>He hath thee made vicar and mistress<br>Of all this world, and eke governess<br>Of heaven; and represseth his justice<br>After thy will; and therefore in witness<br>He hath thee crowned in so royal wise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">T.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Temple devout! where God chose his wonning,<br>From which, these misbeliev'd deprived be,<br>To you my soule penitent I bring;<br>Receive me, for I can no farther flee.<br>With thornes venomous, O Heaven's Queen!<br>For which the earth accursed was full yore,<br>I am so wounded, as ye may well see,<br>That I am lost almost, it smart so sore!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">V.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Virgin! that art so noble of apparail,<br>That leadest us into the highe tow'r<br>Of Paradise, thou me wiss and counsail<br>How I may have thy grace and thy succour;<br>All have I been in filth and in errour,<br>Lady! *on that country thou me adjourn,<br>That called is thy bench of freshe flow'r,<br>There as that mercy ever shall sojourn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">X.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Xpe thy Son, that in this world alight,<br>Upon a cross to suffer his passioun,<br>And suffer'd eke that Longeus his heart pight,<br>And made his hearte-blood to run adown;<br>And all this was for my salvatioun:<br>And I to him am false and eke unkind,<br>And yet he wills not my damnation;<br>This thank I you, succour of all mankind!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Y.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ysaac was figure of His death certain,<br>That so farforth his father would obey,<br>That him ne raughte nothing to be slain;<br>Right so thy Son list as a lamb to dey:<br>Now, Lady full of mercy! I you pray,<br>Since he his mercy 'sured me so large,<br>Be ye not scant, for all we sing and say,<br>That ye be from vengeance alway our targe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Z.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Zachary you calleth the open well<br>That washed sinful soul out of his guilt;<br>Therefore this lesson out I will to tell,<br>That, n'ere thy tender hearte, we were spilt.<br>Now, Lady brighte! since thou canst and wilt,<br>Be to the seed of Adam merciable;<br>Bring us unto that palace that is built<br>To penitents that be *to mercy able!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Geoffrey+Chaucer">Geoffrey Chaucer</a><div class=q>
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Almighty and all-merciable Queen,
To whom all this world fleeth for succour,
To have release of sin, of sorrow, of teen!
Glorious Virgin! of all flowers flow'r,
To thee I flee, confounded in errour!
Help and relieve, almighty debonair,
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