Edwin the Fair: An Historical DramaJ. Murray, 1842 - 262 psl. |
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Edwin the Fair An Historical Drama: and Isaac Comnenus: a Play Sir Henry Taylor Visos knygos peržiūra - 1845 |
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Abbot accursed Archbishop bid thee Bishop BISHOP OF ROCHESTER BLACKSMITH blood BOOR Brethren BRIDFERTH bring canst CEOLWULF Chester Castle Church CLARENBALD comes crown Cumba Dane deem DEPUTY doth DUNSTAN DUNSTAN and GURMO Eadbald Earl Athulf Earl Leolf Earl Sidroc ears Ecfrid Edred's EDWIN THE FAIR ELGIVA EMMA Enter ATHULF ERNWAY ETHILDA Exeunt Exit Father fear force FORESTER friends Godredud grace GRIMBALD GURMO hand HARCATHER Hark hast hath hear heart Heaven HEIDA Herald Heretoch hither King King's LEOFWYN light look Lord Abbot Malpas marriage MESSENGER monasteries MONK Monn MORCAR night Northmen pass peace Porlock Bay pray Priest Primate QUEEN MOTHER ravenous Dane reign RICOLA round RUOLD saith SCENE Secular seek shire SIDROC SIGERIC soul speak spirit stand Sweyne swine SWINEHERD sword Synod tell Tis true Twas voice WALLS OF MALPAS Wherefore Wittenagemót WULFSTAN WULFSTAN THE WISE
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