Reliques of Ancient English Poetry:: Consisting of Old Heroic Ballads, Songs, and Other Pieces of Our Earlier Poets, (chiefly of the Lyric Kind.) Together with Some Few of Later Date. Volume the First. [-third.].J. Dodsley in Pall-Mall., 1765 |
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Сторінка xvi
... She tells him he is the Lady of Sinadone , and was fo inchanted , till she might kifs Sir Gawain , or Jome one of his blood : that he has diffolved the charm , and that herself and her dominions may be his reward . He joyfully accepts ...
... She tells him he is the Lady of Sinadone , and was fo inchanted , till she might kifs Sir Gawain , or Jome one of his blood : that he has diffolved the charm , and that herself and her dominions may be his reward . He joyfully accepts ...
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... she herself did think it done for Spight , And touched was with fecret wrath and shame Therewith , as thing deviz'd her to defame : Then many other ladies likewife tride About their tender loynes to knit the fame , But it would not on ...
... she herself did think it done for Spight , And touched was with fecret wrath and shame Therewith , as thing deviz'd her to defame : Then many other ladies likewife tride About their tender loynes to knit the fame , But it would not on ...
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... she was affrayd . When fhee had taken the mantle ; She ftoode as fhe had beene madd : It was from the top to the toe As fheeres had itt fhread . 40 One while was it ' gule ' ; Another while was itt greene ; Another while was itt wadded ...
... she was affrayd . When fhee had taken the mantle ; She ftoode as fhe had beene madd : It was from the top to the toe As fheeres had itt fhread . 40 One while was it ' gule ' ; Another while was itt greene ; Another while was itt wadded ...
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... She curft the weaver , and the walker , That clothe that had wrought ; And bade a vengeance on his crowne , 55 That hither hath itt brought . I had rather be in a wood , Under a green tree ; Than in king Arthur's court Shamed for to bee ...
... She curft the weaver , and the walker , That clothe that had wrought ; And bade a vengeance on his crowne , 55 That hither hath itt brought . I had rather be in a wood , Under a green tree ; Than in king Arthur's court Shamed for to bee ...
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... she had tane the mantle , Of cloth that was made , 90 She had no more left on her , But a taffel and a threed : Then every knight in the kings court Bade evill might fhee speed . Shee threw downe the mantle , That bright was of blee ...
... she had tane the mantle , Of cloth that was made , 90 She had no more left on her , But a taffel and a threed : Then every knight in the kings court Bade evill might fhee speed . Shee threw downe the mantle , That bright was of blee ...
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