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... thing ; Lithe , and ich on tell may al of that suete thinge2 . In the same pastoral vein , a lover , perhaps of the reign of king John , thus addresses his mistress , whom he supposes to be the most beautiful girl , Bituene Lyncolne and ...
... thing ; Lithe , and ich on tell may al of that suete thinge2 . In the same pastoral vein , a lover , perhaps of the reign of king John , thus addresses his mistress , whom he supposes to be the most beautiful girl , Bituene Lyncolne and ...
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... thing out of wantonness or vanity , the spirit , or demon , which teaches me , would immediately leave me . ' Nam si ea in derisionem , sive vanitatem proferrem , taceret Spiritus qui me docet , et cum opus superveniret , recederet ...
... thing out of wantonness or vanity , the spirit , or demon , which teaches me , would immediately leave me . ' Nam si ea in derisionem , sive vanitatem proferrem , taceret Spiritus qui me docet , et cum opus superveniret , recederet ...
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... thing engages our attention in this passage , it is the wildness of the fiction ; in which however the poet had no share . I will here add Arthur's intrigue with Ygerne . At the fest of Estre tho kyng sende ys sonde That heo comen alle ...
... thing engages our attention in this passage , it is the wildness of the fiction ; in which however the poet had no share . I will here add Arthur's intrigue with Ygerne . At the fest of Estre tho kyng sende ys sonde That heo comen alle ...
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... thing am I wole ograunt12 , One com to my bed I wist , Als15 a man I him felte , Als a man he spake to me . What maner schap with me so ferd11 That I was of elde avenaunt13 : With force he me halsed11 and kist : Als a man he me welte 16 ...
... thing am I wole ograunt12 , One com to my bed I wist , Als15 a man I him felte , Als a man he spake to me . What maner schap with me so ferd11 That I was of elde avenaunt13 : With force he me halsed11 and kist : Als a man he me welte 16 ...
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... thing ' ne wist To 10he was cast outell with Hengist.12 In the second part , copied from Peter Langtoft , the attack of Richard I. , on a castle held by the Saracens , is thus described . The dikes were fulle wide that closed the castle ...
... thing ' ne wist To 10he was cast outell with Hengist.12 In the second part , copied from Peter Langtoft , the attack of Richard I. , on a castle held by the Saracens , is thus described . The dikes were fulle wide that closed the castle ...
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