Select Poets of Great Britain: To which are Prefixed, Criticial Notices of Each AuthorThomas Davison, 1825 - Всего страниц: 562 |
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... doth the nightingale : Curteis he was , lowly , and servisable ; And carf before his fader at the table . A Yeman hadde he ; and servantes no mo At that time ; for him luste to ride so : And he was cladde in cote and hode of grene ; A ...
... doth the nightingale : Curteis he was , lowly , and servisable ; And carf before his fader at the table . A Yeman hadde he ; and servantes no mo At that time ; for him luste to ride so : And he was cladde in cote and hode of grene ; A ...
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... doth the chapell belle , Ther as this lord was keper of the celle . The reule of Seint Maure and of Seint Beneit , Because that it was olde and somdele streit , This ilke monk lette olde thinges pace And held after the newe world the ...
... doth the chapell belle , Ther as this lord was keper of the celle . The reule of Seint Maure and of Seint Beneit , Because that it was olde and somdele streit , This ilke monk lette olde thinges pace And held after the newe world the ...
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... doth an egle , whan him list to sore , This same stede shal bere you evermore , Withouten harme , till ye be ther you lest , ( Though that ye slepen on his back or rest , ) And turne again with writhing of a pin . He that it wrought ...
... doth an egle , whan him list to sore , This same stede shal bere you evermore , Withouten harme , till ye be ther you lest , ( Though that ye slepen on his back or rest , ) And turne again with writhing of a pin . He that it wrought ...
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... doth yourselven grace ; Or what may be your helpe ? for west ne est , Ne saw I never , er now , no brid ne best , That ferde with himself so pitously . Ye sle me with your sorwe veraily , I have of you so gret compassioun . For Goddes ...
... doth yourselven grace ; Or what may be your helpe ? for west ne est , Ne saw I never , er now , no brid ne best , That ferde with himself so pitously . Ye sle me with your sorwe veraily , I have of you so gret compassioun . For Goddes ...
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... Doth so his ceremonies and obeisance , And kepeth in semblaunt alle his observance , That souneth unto gentillesse of love . As on a tombe is all the faire above , And under is the corps , swiche as ye wote , Swiche was this hypocrite ...
... Doth so his ceremonies and obeisance , And kepeth in semblaunt alle his observance , That souneth unto gentillesse of love . As on a tombe is all the faire above , And under is the corps , swiche as ye wote , Swiche was this hypocrite ...
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