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... dinted in the driven clay , That three yards deep a furrow up did throw : The sad earth , wounded with so sore assay , Did groan full grievous underneath the blow , And trembling with strange fear , did like an earthquake show .
... dinted in the driven clay , That three yards deep a furrow up did throw : The sad earth , wounded with so sore assay , Did groan full grievous underneath the blow , And trembling with strange fear , did like an earthquake show .
Page 83
But when a black - faced cloud the world doth threat , In his dim mist the aspiring mountains hiding , From earth's dark womb some gentle gust doth get , Which blows these pitchy vapours from their biding , Hindering their present fall ...
But when a black - faced cloud the world doth threat , In his dim mist the aspiring mountains hiding , From earth's dark womb some gentle gust doth get , Which blows these pitchy vapours from their biding , Hindering their present fall ...
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Lawrence a And flickered his two - forked tongue from his lips , and mused a moment , And stooped and drank a little more , Being earth - brown , earth - golden from the burning bowels of the earth On the day of Sicilian July ...
Lawrence a And flickered his two - forked tongue from his lips , and mused a moment , And stooped and drank a little more , Being earth - brown , earth - golden from the burning bowels of the earth On the day of Sicilian July ...
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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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