English Masterpieces, Volumen1P. Owen, 1957 |
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... wolde clense and byte , That him mighte helpen of his whelkes whyte , Nor of the knobbes sittinge on his chekes . Wel loved he garleek , oynons , and eek lekes , And for to drinken strong wyn , reed as blood . Than wolde he speke , and ...
... wolde clense and byte , That him mighte helpen of his whelkes whyte , Nor of the knobbes sittinge on his chekes . Wel loved he garleek , oynons , and eek lekes , And for to drinken strong wyn , reed as blood . Than wolde he speke , and ...
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... wolde han fled , but that the fox anon Seyde , " Gentil sire , allas ! wher wol ye gon ? Be ye affrayd of me that am your freend ? Now certes , I were worse than a feend , If I to yow wolde harm or vileinye . I am nat come your counseil ...
... wolde han fled , but that the fox anon Seyde , " Gentil sire , allas ! wher wol ye gon ? Be ye affrayd of me that am your freend ? Now certes , I were worse than a feend , If I to yow wolde harm or vileinye . I am nat come your counseil ...
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... wolde chaunge his youthe for myn age ; And therfore moot I han myn age stille , As longe time as it is goddes wille . Ne deeth , allas ! ne wol nat han my lyf ; Thus walke I , lyk a restelees caityf , And on the ground , which is my ...
... wolde chaunge his youthe for myn age ; And therfore moot I han myn age stille , As longe time as it is goddes wille . Ne deeth , allas ! ne wol nat han my lyf ; Thus walke I , lyk a restelees caityf , And on the ground , which is my ...
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MIDDLE ENGLISH LITERATURE | 58 |
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