English Masterpieces: From the beginnings through the XVIII century |
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190 This abbot , which that was an holy man As monkes been , or elles oghten be , This yonge child to conjure he bigan , And seyde , " o dere child , I halse thee , In vertu of the holy Trinitee , Tel me what is thy cause for to singe ...
190 This abbot , which that was an holy man As monkes been , or elles oghten be , This yonge child to conjure he bigan , And seyde , " o dere child , I halse thee , In vertu of the holy Trinitee , Tel me what is thy cause for to singe ...
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“ By seinte Marie , " seyde this taverner , “ The child seith sooth , for he hath slayn this yeer , Henne over a myle , with - in a greet village , Both man and womman , child and hyne , “ o and page . I trowe his habitacioun be there ...
“ By seinte Marie , " seyde this taverner , “ The child seith sooth , for he hath slayn this yeer , Henne over a myle , with - in a greet village , Both man and womman , child and hyne , “ o and page . I trowe his habitacioun be there ...
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400 410 And seyde thus , “ For I ne can nat finde A man , though that I walked in - to Inde , Neither in citee nor in no village , That wolde chaunge his youthe for myn age ; And therfore moot I han myn age stille , As longe time as it ...
400 410 And seyde thus , “ For I ne can nat finde A man , though that I walked in - to Inde , Neither in citee nor in no village , That wolde chaunge his youthe for myn age ; And therfore moot I han myn age stille , As longe time as it ...
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