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الصفحة 109
Well I wot , ' quoth Sir Gawain , ' that ye have chosen a better ; but I am proud that ye should so prize me , and as your servant do I hold ye my sovereign , and your knight 5 am I , and may Christ reward ye .
Well I wot , ' quoth Sir Gawain , ' that ye have chosen a better ; but I am proud that ye should so prize me , and as your servant do I hold ye my sovereign , and your knight 5 am I , and may Christ reward ye .
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Therewith in haste his helmet gan unlace , 325 Till Una cride , ' O hold that heavie hand , Deare sir , what ever that thou be in place ! Enough is , that thy foe doth vanquisht stand 330 Now at thy mercy : mercy not withstand : For he ...
Therewith in haste his helmet gan unlace , 325 Till Una cride , ' O hold that heavie hand , Deare sir , what ever that thou be in place ! Enough is , that thy foe doth vanquisht stand 330 Now at thy mercy : mercy not withstand : For he ...
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O ! how shall summer's honey breath hold out 5 Against the wreckful siege of battering days , When rocks impregnable are not so stout , Nor gates of steel so strong , but Time decays ? O fearful meditation ! where , alack , Shall Time's ...
O ! how shall summer's honey breath hold out 5 Against the wreckful siege of battering days , When rocks impregnable are not so stout , Nor gates of steel so strong , but Time decays ? O fearful meditation ! where , alack , Shall Time's ...
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