English Masterpieces: From the beginnings through the XVIII century |
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93. oldal
20 here thy pay ; make me no more talking than I did then when thou didst strike off my head with one blow . ” " Nay , ” quoth Gawain , “ by God that gave me life , I shall make no moan whatever befall me , but make thou ready for the ...
20 here thy pay ; make me no more talking than I did then when thou didst strike off my head with one blow . ” " Nay , ” quoth Gawain , “ by God that gave me life , I shall make no moan whatever befall me , but make thou ready for the ...
94. oldal
By the covenant made betwixt us in Arthur's hall but one blow falls to me here . Halt , therefore . " Then the Green Knight drew off from him and leaned on his axe , setting the shaft on the ground , and looked on Gawain as he stood all ...
By the covenant made betwixt us in Arthur's hall but one blow falls to me here . Halt , therefore . " Then the Green Knight drew off from him and leaned on his axe , setting the shaft on the ground , and looked on Gawain as he stood all ...
323. oldal
-As You Like It Blow , Blow , Thou WINTER WIND Blow , blow , thou winter wind ! Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude ; Thy tooth is not so keen , Because thou art not seen , Although thy breath be rude .
-As You Like It Blow , Blow , Thou WINTER WIND Blow , blow , thou winter wind ! Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude ; Thy tooth is not so keen , Because thou art not seen , Although thy breath be rude .
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2nd Shep 3rd Shep anon Arthur Beowulf blood blow body bring brought called century child coude dead dear death doth earth English eyes fair fall fear gave give gold green greet ground hall hand hast hath head hear heart hero hold holy Italy John king knight lady land leave light live look lord never noble plays pray Queen quod quoth rest rich ring Robin Hood seen seyde shal Shepherd sing Sir Gawain Sir Mordred slain sleep song soon sweet swich sword tale tell telle thee ther thing thou thought told took tree true turned unto whan wife wolde woods young