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... pray you to me speak . " 13. She's doen her to the Jew's garden , Thought he had been gathering fruit : " Gin ye be there , my sweet Sir Hugh , I pray you to me speak . " 14. She neard Our Lady's deep draw - well , Was fifty fathom deep ...
... pray you to me speak . " 13. She's doen her to the Jew's garden , Thought he had been gathering fruit : " Gin ye be there , my sweet Sir Hugh , I pray you to me speak . " 14. She neard Our Lady's deep draw - well , Was fifty fathom deep ...
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... pray for my soul . " But ever the queens and ladies wept and shrieked , that it was pity to hear . And as soon as Sir Bedivere had lost the sight of the barge , he wept and wailed , and so took the forest ; and so he went all that night ...
... pray for my soul . " But ever the queens and ladies wept and shrieked , that it was pity to hear . And as soon as Sir Bedivere had lost the sight of the barge , he wept and wailed , and so took the forest ; and so he went all that night ...
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... pray'r , Against that Presbyt'ry of Ayr ; Thy strong right hand , Lord , make it bare Upo ' their heads ! Lord visit them , an ' dinna spare For their misdeeds ! O Lord , my God ! that glib - tongu'd Aiken , My vera heart and flesh are ...
... pray'r , Against that Presbyt'ry of Ayr ; Thy strong right hand , Lord , make it bare Upo ' their heads ! Lord visit them , an ' dinna spare For their misdeeds ! O Lord , my God ! that glib - tongu'd Aiken , My vera heart and flesh are ...
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MIDDLE ENGLISH LITERATURE | 58 |
GEOFFREY CHAUCER | 97 |
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