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Page 161
a Crabbe In town , ' twas plain , men took him for a thief : The sailors ' wives would stop him in the street , And say , ' Now , Peter , thou'st no boy to beat ' : Infants at play when they perceived him , ran , Warning each other ...
a Crabbe In town , ' twas plain , men took him for a thief : The sailors ' wives would stop him in the street , And say , ' Now , Peter , thou'st no boy to beat ' : Infants at play when they perceived him , ran , Warning each other ...
Page 349
She set the lamp beneath a chair , and cloaked Thickly its rebel lustre from the eye : And laid the knife , to mortal keenness stroked , Within her reach , where she was wont to lie : And took her place full early ; but her heart Beat ...
She set the lamp beneath a chair , and cloaked Thickly its rebel lustre from the eye : And laid the knife , to mortal keenness stroked , Within her reach , where she was wont to lie : And took her place full early ; but her heart Beat ...
Page 401
quo ' our Goodly Fere , ' Or I'll see ye damned , ' says he . a Aye he sent us out through the crossed high spears And the scorn of his laugh rang free , ' Why took ye not me when I walked about Alone in the town ? ' says he .
quo ' our Goodly Fere , ' Or I'll see ye damned , ' says he . a Aye he sent us out through the crossed high spears And the scorn of his laugh rang free , ' Why took ye not me when I walked about Alone in the town ? ' says he .
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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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