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Page 181
He was her vassal of all labour , tilled Her garden , from the pasture fetched her kine ; And , one among the orderly array Of hay - makers , beneath the burning sun Maintained his place ; or heedfully pursued His course , on errands ...
He was her vassal of all labour , tilled Her garden , from the pasture fetched her kine ; And , one among the orderly array Of hay - makers , beneath the burning sun Maintained his place ; or heedfully pursued His course , on errands ...
Page 216
They press him now , and Give back , here urging , and here yielding way , Till right beneath the chasm they centre him . At once the crags are loosed , and down they fall Thundering . They fell like thunder , but the crash Of scale and ...
They press him now , and Give back , here urging , and here yielding way , Till right beneath the chasm they centre him . At once the crags are loosed , and down they fall Thundering . They fell like thunder , but the crash Of scale and ...
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THE COMBAT IT was not meant for human eyes , That combat on the shabby patch Or clods and trampled turf that lies Somewhere beneath the sodden skies For eye of toad or adder to catch . And having seen it I accuse The crested animal in ...
THE COMBAT IT was not meant for human eyes , That combat on the shabby patch Or clods and trampled turf that lies Somewhere beneath the sodden skies For eye of toad or adder to catch . And having seen it I accuse The crested animal in ...
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GEOFFREY CHAUCER 1340?1400 | 1 |
ROBERT HENRYSON c 14301506 | 7 |
ANONYMOUS | 15 |
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