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Page 87
I did consent , And often did beguile her of her tears , When I did speak of some distressful stroke That my youth suffered : my story being done , She gave me for my pains a world of sighs : She swore , i ' faith , ' twas strange ...
I did consent , And often did beguile her of her tears , When I did speak of some distressful stroke That my youth suffered : my story being done , She gave me for my pains a world of sighs : She swore , i ' faith , ' twas strange ...
Page 190
“ O shame to knighthood , strange and foul ! Go , doff the bonnet from thy brow , And shroud thee in the monkish cowl , Which best befits thy sullen vow . ' Not so , by high Dunlathmon's fire , Thy heart was froze to love and joy ...
“ O shame to knighthood , strange and foul ! Go , doff the bonnet from thy brow , And shroud thee in the monkish cowl , Which best befits thy sullen vow . ' Not so , by high Dunlathmon's fire , Thy heart was froze to love and joy ...
Page 209
The skiff - boat neared : I heard them talk , “ Why this is strange , I trow ! Where are those lights so many and fair , That signal made but now ? " Strange , by my faith ! ” the Hermit said – " And they answered not our cheer !
The skiff - boat neared : I heard them talk , “ Why this is strange , I trow ! Where are those lights so many and fair , That signal made but now ? " Strange , by my faith ! ” the Hermit said – " And they answered not our cheer !
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