Elegant Extracts, المجلدات 3-4Vicesimus Knox 1809 |
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الصفحة 951
... sayd the hye justice , Thou shalt be hanged in hast . A payre of new gallowes , sayd the sherife , Now shal I for the make ; And the gates of Carleil shal be shutte , No man shall come in thereat . Then shall not helpe Clym of the ...
... sayd the hye justice , Thou shalt be hanged in hast . A payre of new gallowes , sayd the sherife , Now shal I for the make ; And the gates of Carleil shal be shutte , No man shall come in thereat . Then shall not helpe Clym of the ...
الصفحة 952
... sayd Cloudesle , The cold streams ran by him , his eyes wept. Here cometh none in , sayd the porter , Be hymn that dyed on a tre , Tyll a false thefe be hanged up Called Wyllyam of Cloudeslè . Then Cloudeslè cast his eyen asyde , And saw ...
... sayd Cloudesle , The cold streams ran by him , his eyes wept. Here cometh none in , sayd the porter , Be hymn that dyed on a tre , Tyll a false thefe be hanged up Called Wyllyam of Cloudeslè . Then Cloudeslè cast his eyen asyde , And saw ...
الصفحة 962
... sayd the king , Thou doest but jest , I see : Now shewe me out the nearest waye , And I pray thee wend with mec . Awaye with a vengeance ! quoth the tanner , I hold thee out of thy witt : All day have I ridden on Brocke my mare , Ai i ...
... sayd the king , Thou doest but jest , I see : Now shewe me out the nearest waye , And I pray thee wend with mec . Awaye with a vengeance ! quoth the tanner , I hold thee out of thy witt : All day have I ridden on Brocke my mare , Ai i ...
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