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215. oldal
320 I would he were slain ; I list we'll eat . This twelvemonth was I not so fain of good sheep's meat . Wife . Should they come ere he be slain , and hear the sheep bleatMak . Then might I be ta'en ! That were a cold sweat !
320 I would he were slain ; I list we'll eat . This twelvemonth was I not so fain of good sheep's meat . Wife . Should they come ere he be slain , and hear the sheep bleatMak . Then might I be ta'en ! That were a cold sweat !
229. oldal
LE MORTE D'ARTHUR Book XXI CHAPTER I 1 As SiR MORDRED was ruler of all England , he did do make letters as though that they came from beyond the sea , and the letters specified that King Arthur was slain in battle with Sir Launcelot .
LE MORTE D'ARTHUR Book XXI CHAPTER I 1 As SiR MORDRED was ruler of all England , he did do make letters as though that they came from beyond the sea , and the letters specified that King Arthur was slain in battle with Sir Launcelot .
232. oldal
And this same day that I wrote this cedle , I was hurt to the death in the same wound , the which I had of thy hand , Sir Launcelot ; for of a more nobler man might I not be slain . Also Sir Launcelot , for all the love that ever was ...
And this same day that I wrote this cedle , I was hurt to the death in the same wound , the which I had of thy hand , Sir Launcelot ; for of a more nobler man might I not be slain . Also Sir Launcelot , for all the love that ever was ...
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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