English Masterpieces: From the beginnings through the XVIII century |
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120. oldal
If even - song and morwe - song acorde , Lat see now who shal telle the firste tale . As ever mote I drinke wyn or ale , Who - so be rebel to my jugement Shal paye for al that by the weye is spent . Now draweth cut , er that we ferrer ...
If even - song and morwe - song acorde , Lat see now who shal telle the firste tale . As ever mote I drinke wyn or ale , Who - so be rebel to my jugement Shal paye for al that by the weye is spent . Now draweth cut , er that we ferrer ...
157. oldal
Thou woost wel that our felawe is agon ; And heer is gold , and that ful greet plentee , That shal departed been among us three . But natheles , if I can shape it so That it departed were among us two , Hadde I nat doon a freendes torn ...
Thou woost wel that our felawe is agon ; And heer is gold , and that ful greet plentee , That shal departed been among us three . But natheles , if I can shape it so That it departed were among us two , Hadde I nat doon a freendes torn ...
161. oldal
26 27 29 34 For hord hath hate , and climbing tikelnesse , Prees hath envye , and wele blent overal ; Savour 28 no more than thee bihove shal ; Werk wel thy - self , that other folk canst rede ; And trouthe shal delivere , hit is no ...
26 27 29 34 For hord hath hate , and climbing tikelnesse , Prees hath envye , and wele blent overal ; Savour 28 no more than thee bihove shal ; Werk wel thy - self , that other folk canst rede ; And trouthe shal delivere , hit is no ...
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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