Reliques of ancient English poetry, by T. Percy, ed. by J. V. Prichard, Том 21876 |
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... faire Jerusalem Our Saviour Christ did live , And for the sins of all the worlde His own deare life did give , The wicked Jewes with scoffes and scornes Did dailye him molest , 5 That never till he left his life , Our Saviour could not ...
... faire Jerusalem Our Saviour Christ did live , And for the sins of all the worlde His own deare life did give , The wicked Jewes with scoffes and scornes Did dailye him molest , 5 That never till he left his life , Our Saviour could not ...
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... faire on my head , Among all my liege - men so noble of birthe , 25 Thou must tell me to one penny what I am worthe . " Secondlye , tell me , without any doubt , How soone I may ride the whole world about ; And at the third question ...
... faire on my head , Among all my liege - men so noble of birthe , 25 Thou must tell me to one penny what I am worthe . " Secondlye , tell me , without any doubt , How soone I may ride the whole world about ; And at the third question ...
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... faire , Among the grass lye down - a , And I will have a special care Of rumpling of your gown - a ? " 66 Upon the grass there is a dewe Will spoil my damask gowne , sir ; My gowne and kirtle they are newe , And cost me many a crowne ...
... faire , Among the grass lye down - a , And I will have a special care Of rumpling of your gown - a ? " 66 Upon the grass there is a dewe Will spoil my damask gowne , sir ; My gowne and kirtle they are newe , And cost me many a crowne ...
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... faire , come , lay thy head ; We'll play , and none shall knowe it . " " O yonder stands my steed so free Among the cocks of hay , sir ; And if the pinner should chance to see , He'll take my steed away , sir . " 66 Upon my finger I ...
... faire , come , lay thy head ; We'll play , and none shall knowe it . " " O yonder stands my steed so free Among the cocks of hay , sir ; And if the pinner should chance to see , He'll take my steed away , sir . " 66 Upon my finger I ...
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... faire , I've met with you , You shall no more escape me ; Remember , how not long agoe You falsely did intrap me . " 50 50 3333 55 60 The lady blushed scarlet red , 65 And trembled at the stranger : " How shall I guard my maidenhead ...
... faire , I've met with you , You shall no more escape me ; Remember , how not long agoe You falsely did intrap me . " 50 50 3333 55 60 The lady blushed scarlet red , 65 And trembled at the stranger : " How shall I guard my maidenhead ...
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