Smaller specimens of English literature, with notes. Ed. by W. Smithsir William Smith 1869 |
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... choose . You is lever , is dearer ( prefer- able ) in your eyes . 69-77 . No maner , no kind of . This phrase did not take the sign of the genitive after it . Now goth together of one assent , And taketh your A.D. 1393 . 13 GOWER .
... choose . You is lever , is dearer ( prefer- able ) in your eyes . 69-77 . No maner , no kind of . This phrase did not take the sign of the genitive after it . Now goth together of one assent , And taketh your A.D. 1393 . 13 GOWER .
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... eyes unstedfast , rolling here and there , Whirl'd on each place , as place that vengeance brought , 10 So was her mind continually in fear , Toss'd and tormented by the tedious thought Of those detested crimes which she had wrought ...
... eyes unstedfast , rolling here and there , Whirl'd on each place , as place that vengeance brought , 10 So was her mind continually in fear , Toss'd and tormented by the tedious thought Of those detested crimes which she had wrought ...
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... eyes hollow and blind ; With drooping cheer still poring on the ground , As on the place where Nature him assign'd To rest , when that the sisters had entwin'd His vital thread , and ended with their knife 35 The fleeting course of fast ...
... eyes hollow and blind ; With drooping cheer still poring on the ground , As on the place where Nature him assign'd To rest , when that the sisters had entwin'd His vital thread , and ended with their knife 35 The fleeting course of fast ...
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... eye of heaven , shyned bright , And made a sunshine in the shadie place ; Did ever mortall eye behold such heavenly grace ? It fortuned , out of the thickest wood A ramping lyon rushed suddainly , Hunting full greedy after salvage blood ...
... eye of heaven , shyned bright , And made a sunshine in the shadie place ; Did ever mortall eye behold such heavenly grace ? It fortuned , out of the thickest wood A ramping lyon rushed suddainly , Hunting full greedy after salvage blood ...
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... eyes he took commandément , And ever by her lookes conceived her intent . 44. Palfrey , Fr. palefroi , It . pala- freno , fr . paraveredus , a side - horse , L. L. palafredus , whence Ger . pferd . 50. Watch and ward ; that is , both ...
... eyes he took commandément , And ever by her lookes conceived her intent . 44. Palfrey , Fr. palefroi , It . pala- freno , fr . paraveredus , a side - horse , L. L. palafredus , whence Ger . pferd . 50. Watch and ward ; that is , both ...
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