English Masterpieces, 1. köideP. Owen, 1957 |
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... leave to your mother dear ? " " My velvet pall and my silken gear . " 23. " What will you leave to your sister Anne ! " " My silken scarf and my gowden fan . " 9 24. " What will you leave to your sister Grace ? " " My bloody cloaths to ...
... leave to your mother dear ? " " My velvet pall and my silken gear . " 23. " What will you leave to your sister Anne ! " " My silken scarf and my gowden fan . " 9 24. " What will you leave to your sister Grace ? " " My bloody cloaths to ...
Page 170
... leave to your mother , Lord Randal , my son ? What d'ye leave to your mother , my handsome young man ? " " Four and twenty milk kye ; 10 mother , mak my bed soon , For I'm sick at the heart , and I fain wad lie down . " 8. " What d'ye ...
... leave to your mother , Lord Randal , my son ? What d'ye leave to your mother , my handsome young man ? " " Four and twenty milk kye ; 10 mother , mak my bed soon , For I'm sick at the heart , and I fain wad lie down . " 8. " What d'ye ...
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... leave , that have me loved still , 67 And chose in Faery court of meere 68 goodwill , Where noblest knights were to be found on earth : The earth shall sooner leave her kindly 69 skill To bring forth fruit , and make eternall derth ...
... leave , that have me loved still , 67 And chose in Faery court of meere 68 goodwill , Where noblest knights were to be found on earth : The earth shall sooner leave her kindly 69 skill To bring forth fruit , and make eternall derth ...
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MIDDLE ENGLISH LITERATURE | 58 |
GEOFFREY CHAUCER | 97 |
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