English Masterpieces, Volume 1P. Owen, 1957 |
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Page 72
... seemed as if it were all wrought out of paper , so white was it . The knight on his steed deemed it fair enough , if he might come to be sheltered within it to lodge there while that the holyday lasted . He called aloud , and soon there ...
... seemed as if it were all wrought out of paper , so white was it . The knight on his steed deemed it fair enough , if he might come to be sheltered within it to lodge there while that the holyday lasted . He called aloud , and soon there ...
Page 233
... seemed he sat upon a chaflet in a chair , and the chair was fast to a wheel , and thereupon sat King Arthur in the richest cloth of gold that might be made ; and the king thought there was under him , far from him , an hideous deep ...
... seemed he sat upon a chaflet in a chair , and the chair was fast to a wheel , and thereupon sat King Arthur in the richest cloth of gold that might be made ; and the king thought there was under him , far from him , an hideous deep ...
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... seemed to be a person of 30 quality , made me a long speech , whereof I understood not one syllable . But I should have mentioned , that before the prin- cipal person began his oration , he cried out three times , Langro dehul san ...
... seemed to be a person of 30 quality , made me a long speech , whereof I understood not one syllable . But I should have mentioned , that before the prin- cipal person began his oration , he cried out three times , Langro dehul san ...
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MIDDLE ENGLISH LITERATURE | 58 |
GEOFFREY CHAUCER | 97 |
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