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Pagina viii
... him His thought about his heart , Hot was without him , His due punishment . " This narrow place is most unlike That other that we formerly knew High in heaven's kingdom , Which my master bestowed on viii INTRODUCTORY ESSAY .
... him His thought about his heart , Hot was without him , His due punishment . " This narrow place is most unlike That other that we formerly knew High in heaven's kingdom , Which my master bestowed on viii INTRODUCTORY ESSAY .
Pagina xviii
... heart gone , with one spear so keen , Night and day my blood it drinks , my heart doth me teen . ' About a hundred years after Layamon ( in 1280 ) appeared a 1 See ' Richard of Alemaine , ' Percy's Reliques , vol . ii . , p . 2 . 2 In ...
... heart gone , with one spear so keen , Night and day my blood it drinks , my heart doth me teen . ' About a hundred years after Layamon ( in 1280 ) appeared a 1 See ' Richard of Alemaine , ' Percy's Reliques , vol . ii . , p . 2 . 2 In ...
Pagina xxi
... ' many . - 8 Giants once brought them from the furthest part of Africa . - 9 Hett : ' was called . - 10 Sond : ' mes- sage . - 11 Nome : ' took . The king beheld her fast enow , and his heart xxi INTRODUCTORY ESSAY .
... ' many . - 8 Giants once brought them from the furthest part of Africa . - 9 Hett : ' was called . - 10 Sond : ' mes- sage . - 11 Nome : ' took . The king beheld her fast enow , and his heart xxi INTRODUCTORY ESSAY .
Pagina xxii
George Gilfillan. The king beheld her fast enow , and his heart on her cast , And thoughtë , though he were wise , to do folly at last . He made her semblant fair enow , to none other so great . The earl n'as not therewith ypayed , 1 ...
George Gilfillan. The king beheld her fast enow , and his heart on her cast , And thoughtë , though he were wise , to do folly at last . He made her semblant fair enow , to none other so great . The earl n'as not therewith ypayed , 1 ...
Pagina xxiii
... heart he let his lord in , and his men bey . The countess was glad enow , when her lord to her come And either other in their arms myd great joy nome . When they to beddë come , that so long a - two were , With them was so great delight ...
... heart he let his lord in , and his men bey . The countess was glad enow , when her lord to her come And either other in their arms myd great joy nome . When they to beddë come , that so long a - two were , With them was so great delight ...
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Barbour beauty Ben Jonson birds Blind Harry body born breast castle Chaucer Confessio Amantis Court crown dance death died doth Dowell Earl earth English English Poetry eyes face fair feast fire flame flowers genius Geoffrey of Monmouth GILES FLETCHER gold golden Gower grace grief Hail hand Harpalus hast hath heart heaven heavenly Henry honour horse James JOHN BARBOUR JOHN GOWER JOSHUA SYLVESTER kind king lady land Layamon light live look Lord Love's lusty Lyndsay mind muse never night Nightingale noble nought nymphs Piers Plowman poem poet poetry praise prince Queen quoth Raleigh reign rich Richard Saladin Scotland shine sight sing sleep song sonnets soul spirit sweet tell thee thine things thou thought Tower tree unto verse Wallace wassail wrote youth
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