Humorous poems by English and American writersWilliam Michael Rossetti Ward, Lock, & Company, 1878 - 488 страница |
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... wise he breake wol his day : To such a man I can never say nay . ' " What ! " quod this chanoun , " should I be untrue ? Nay , that were thing yfallen of the new ! Truth is a thing that I wol ever keep Unto that day in which that I ...
... wise he breake wol his day : To such a man I can never say nay . ' " What ! " quod this chanoun , " should I be untrue ? Nay , that were thing yfallen of the new ! Truth is a thing that I wol ever keep Unto that day in which that I ...
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William Michael Rossetti. Stinketh , as witnessen these olde wise . And that full soon I wol it verify In this chanoun , root of all treachery , That evermore delight hath and gladness ( Such fiendly thoughtes in his heart impress ) How ...
William Michael Rossetti. Stinketh , as witnessen these olde wise . And that full soon I wol it verify In this chanoun , root of all treachery , That evermore delight hath and gladness ( Such fiendly thoughtes in his heart impress ) How ...
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... wise Of an ingot , as I shall you devise : I say , he took out of his owne sleeve A teyne of silver ( evil mot he cheeve ! ) 3 Which that was but an ounce of wight . And taketh heed now of his cursed sleight : He shop his ingot in ...
... wise Of an ingot , as I shall you devise : I say , he took out of his owne sleeve A teyne of silver ( evil mot he cheeve ! ) 3 Which that was but an ounce of wight . And taketh heed now of his cursed sleight : He shop his ingot in ...
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... wise a man , Said he not thus ' Ne do no force of dreams'- ? Now , sir , " quod she , " whan we flee fro these beams , For Goddes love as take some laxatif . Up peril of my soul and of my life , I counsel you the best , I wol not lie ...
... wise a man , Said he not thus ' Ne do no force of dreams'- ? Now , sir , " quod she , " whan we flee fro these beams , For Goddes love as take some laxatif . Up peril of my soul and of my life , I counsel you the best , I wol not lie ...
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... wise As ye han heard the deedè man devise . And with an hardy heart he gan to cry Vengeance and justice of this felony . ' My felaw murd'red is this samè night , And in this carte he lith here upright . I cry out on the minsters ...
... wise As ye han heard the deedè man devise . And with an hardy heart he gan to cry Vengeance and justice of this felony . ' My felaw murd'red is this samè night , And in this carte he lith here upright . I cry out on the minsters ...
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