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70 Noght wiste he what this Latin was to seye , For he so yong and tendre was of age ; But on a day his felaw gan he preye T'expounden him this song in his langage , Or telle him why this song was in usage ; This preyde he him to ...
70 Noght wiste he what this Latin was to seye , For he so yong and tendre was of age ; But on a day his felaw gan he preye T'expounden him this song in his langage , Or telle him why this song was in usage ; This preyde he him to ...
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43 Which that by lyne and free eleccioun Ben verray king , this song to you I sende ; And ye , that mowen al our harm amende , Have minde up - on my supplicacioun ! THE POPULAR BALLAD All nations have a large body of traditional customs ...
43 Which that by lyne and free eleccioun Ben verray king , this song to you I sende ; And ye , that mowen al our harm amende , Have minde up - on my supplicacioun ! THE POPULAR BALLAD All nations have a large body of traditional customs ...
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SONG My silks and fine array , My smiles and languished air , By love are driven away , And mournful lean Despair Brings me yew to deck my grave ; Such end true lovers have . His face is fair as heaven When springing buds unfold ...
SONG My silks and fine array , My smiles and languished air , By love are driven away , And mournful lean Despair Brings me yew to deck my grave ; Such end true lovers have . His face is fair as heaven When springing buds unfold ...
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