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... mordre , sooth to sayn ' ; And tolde him every poynt how he was slayn , With a ful pitous face , pale of hewe . And truste wel , his dreem he fond ful trewe ; For on the morwe , as sone as it was day , To his felawes in he took the way ...
... mordre , sooth to sayn ' ; And tolde him every poynt how he was slayn , With a ful pitous face , pale of hewe . And truste wel , his dreem he fond ful trewe ; For on the morwe , as sone as it was day , To his felawes in he took the way ...
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... mordre alway ! Mordre wol out , that see we day by day . Mordre is so wlatsom and abhominable To God , that is so just and resonable , That he ne wol nat suffre it heled be ; Though it abyde a yeer , or two , or three , Mordre wol out ...
... mordre alway ! Mordre wol out , that see we day by day . Mordre is so wlatsom and abhominable To God , that is so just and resonable , That he ne wol nat suffre it heled be ; Though it abyde a yeer , or two , or three , Mordre wol out ...
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... mordre in his avisioun he say . His norice him expouned every del His sweven , and bad him for to kepe him wel For traisoun ; but he nas but seven yeer old , And therfore litel tale hath he told Of any dreem , so holy was his herte . By ...
... mordre in his avisioun he say . His norice him expouned every del His sweven , and bad him for to kepe him wel For traisoun ; but he nas but seven yeer old , And therfore litel tale hath he told Of any dreem , so holy was his herte . By ...
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INTRODUCTION I | 1 |
INTRODUCTION TO NARRATIVE POETRY | 37 |
EDMUND SPENSER | 42 |
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