The Pictorial Book of Ancient Ballad Poetry of Great Britain: Historical, Traditional and Romantic: to which are Added, a Selection of Modern Imitations and Some TranslationsJoseph S. Moore H. Washbourne & Company, 1853 - 871 psl. |
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... toke out a too - hond sworde , That hangit down be his kne , Ther as the schereff and his men stode thyckust , Thidurward wold he . Thryes thorow at them he ran , Ther for sothe as I yow say , And woundyt many a modur sone , And xii he ...
... toke out a too - hond sworde , That hangit down be his kne , Ther as the schereff and his men stode thyckust , Thidurward wold he . Thryes thorow at them he ran , Ther for sothe as I yow say , And woundyt many a modur sone , And xii he ...
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... toke the munkes horse be the hede Ful sone and anone Johne toke the munkes horse be the hed , For sothe as I yow say , So did Muche the litulle page , For he shulde not stirre away . Be the golett of the hode Johne pulled the munke ...
... toke the munkes horse be the hede Ful sone and anone Johne toke the munkes horse be the hed , For sothe as I yow say , So did Muche the litulle page , For he shulde not stirre away . Be the golett of the hode Johne pulled the munke ...
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... to , And no man do hym dere . Johne toke his leve at oure kyng , The sothe as I yow say ; The next way to Notyngham Whan Johne came to Notyngham The zatis were sparred ychone To take he zede the way . 23 ROBIN HOOD AND THE MONK .
... to , And no man do hym dere . Johne toke his leve at oure kyng , The sothe as I yow say ; The next way to Notyngham Whan Johne came to Notyngham The zatis were sparred ychone To take he zede the way . 23 ROBIN HOOD AND THE MONK .
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... Toke the way vnto the gale ; Litul Johne callid vp the jayler , And bade hym rise anon ; He seid Robyn Hode had brokyn preson , And out of hit was gon . The portere rose anon sertan , As sone as he herd John calle ; Litul Johne was redy ...
... Toke the way vnto the gale ; Litul Johne callid vp the jayler , And bade hym rise anon ; He seid Robyn Hode had brokyn preson , And out of hit was gon . The portere rose anon sertan , As sone as he herd John calle ; Litul Johne was redy ...
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... toke the way to Robyn Hode , And sone he hym vnbonde . He gaf hym a gode swerd in his hond , His hed [ ther- ] with for to kepe , And ther as the walle was lowyst Anon downe can thei lepe . Be that the cok began to crow , The day began ...
... toke the way to Robyn Hode , And sone he hym vnbonde . He gaf hym a gode swerd in his hond , His hed [ ther- ] with for to kepe , And ther as the walle was lowyst Anon downe can thei lepe . Be that the cok began to crow , The day began ...
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The Pictorial Book of Ancient Ballad Poetry of Great Britain– Historical ... Joseph S. Moore Visos knygos peržiūra - 1853 |
The Pictorial Book of Ancient Ballad Poetry of Great Britain, Historical ... J. S. Moore Visos knygos peržiūra - 1853 |
The Pictorial Book of Ancient Ballad Poetry of Great Britain ..., 1 tomas Joseph Scott Moore Visos knygos peržiūra - 1853 |
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