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The curtains being close , about he walks , Rolling his greedy eyeballs in his head : By their high treason is his heart misled , Which gives the watch - word to his hand full soon To draw the cloud that hides the silver moon .
The curtains being close , about he walks , Rolling his greedy eyeballs in his head : By their high treason is his heart misled , Which gives the watch - word to his hand full soon To draw the cloud that hides the silver moon .
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Blake Gordred the giant roused himself From sleeping in his cave ; He shook the hills , and in the clouds The troubled banners wave . Beneath them rolled , like tempests black , The num'rous sons of blood ; Like lions ' whelps , roaring ...
Blake Gordred the giant roused himself From sleeping in his cave ; He shook the hills , and in the clouds The troubled banners wave . Beneath them rolled , like tempests black , The num'rous sons of blood ; Like lions ' whelps , roaring ...
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... The wan stars danced between . And the coming wind did roar more loud , And the sails did sigh like sedge ; And the rain poured down from one black cloud ; The Moon was at its edge . The thick black cloud was cleft , and still ...
... The wan stars danced between . And the coming wind did roar more loud , And the sails did sigh like sedge ; And the rain poured down from one black cloud ; The Moon was at its edge . The thick black cloud was cleft , and still ...
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Contents
GEOFFREY CHAUCER 1340?1400 | 1 |
ROBERT HENRYSON c 14301506 | 7 |
ANONYMOUS | 15 |
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Bibliographic information
| Title | The Penguin Book of Narrative Verse Part 49 of Penguin poets |
| Editor | David Herbert |
| Compiled by | David Herbert |
| Publisher | Penguin Books, 1960 |
| Length | 462 pages |
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