English Masterpieces: From the beginnings through the XVIII century |
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126. oldal
Up - on his bere ay lyth this innocent Biforn the chief auter , ” whyl masse laste , And after that , the abbot with his covent Han sped hem for to burien him ful faste ; And whan they holy water on him caste , Yet spak this child ...
Up - on his bere ay lyth this innocent Biforn the chief auter , ” whyl masse laste , And after that , the abbot with his covent Han sped hem for to burien him ful faste ; And whan they holy water on him caste , Yet spak this child ...
146. oldal
20 99 30 Me to destourbe of Cristes holy werk ; And after that than telle I forth my tales , Bulles of popes and of cardinales , Of patriarkes , and bishoppes I shewe ; And in Latyn I speke a wordes fewe , To saffron with or my ...
20 99 30 Me to destourbe of Cristes holy werk ; And after that than telle I forth my tales , Bulles of popes and of cardinales , Of patriarkes , and bishoppes I shewe ; And in Latyn I speke a wordes fewe , To saffron with or my ...
943. oldal
His Request to Julia , 427 His Winding - Sheet , 433 History of a Garret , The , 799 Holy Thursday , 878 Holy Willie's Prayer , 937 How like a winter hath my absence been , 336 How oft , when thou , my music , music play'st , 340 How ...
His Request to Julia , 427 His Winding - Sheet , 433 History of a Garret , The , 799 Holy Thursday , 878 Holy Willie's Prayer , 937 How like a winter hath my absence been , 336 How oft , when thou , my music , music play'st , 340 How ...
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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