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He was my maister , ' seid Litull John , " That thou hase brought in bale * ; Shalle thou never cum at our King , For to telle him tale . ' to trouble John smote off the munkis hed , No longer wolde he dwell ; So did Moch the litull ...
He was my maister , ' seid Litull John , " That thou hase brought in bale * ; Shalle thou never cum at our King , For to telle him tale . ' to trouble John smote off the munkis hed , No longer wolde he dwell ; So did Moch the litull ...
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Williams Arthur ran ; the people marched ; in the snow King Cradlemas died in his litter ; a screaming few fled ; Merlin came ; Camelot grew . In Logres the King's friend landed , Lancelot of Gaul . MOUNT BADON The king's poet ? was his ...
Williams Arthur ran ; the people marched ; in the snow King Cradlemas died in his litter ; a screaming few fled ; Merlin came ; Camelot grew . In Logres the King's friend landed , Lancelot of Gaul . MOUNT BADON The king's poet ? was his ...
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The fête grows late and dark , The king in moth - light traverses the park , His eye will find the nymph if nymph be near , And four have strayed into the bosquet here . Soft , sire , behind this beech ; from that to this ; Now close ...
The fête grows late and dark , The king in moth - light traverses the park , His eye will find the nymph if nymph be near , And four have strayed into the bosquet here . Soft , sire , behind this beech ; from that to this ; Now close ...
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