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الصفحة 109
Nay , forsooth , fair sir , ' quoth the lady , ' ye shall not rise , I will rede ye better . I shall keep ye here , since ye can do no other ... Your honour and your courtesy are praised by lords and ladies , by all who live .
Nay , forsooth , fair sir , ' quoth the lady , ' ye shall not rise , I will rede ye better . I shall keep ye here , since ye can do no other ... Your honour and your courtesy are praised by lords and ladies , by all who live .
الصفحة 121
That I might wedde that lady fre ! Of golde good , or some treasure , That I myght wedde that lady floure ! Or elles come of so gentyll kynne , The ladyes love that I myght wynne . Wolde God that I were a kynges sonne , That ladyes love ...
That I might wedde that lady fre ! Of golde good , or some treasure , That I myght wedde that lady floure ! Or elles come of so gentyll kynne , The ladyes love that I myght wynne . Wolde God that I were a kynges sonne , That ladyes love ...
الصفحة 334
Lady . Nay , gentle shepherd , ill is lost that praise 270 274 That is addressed to unattending ears . Not any boast of skill , but extreme shift How to regain my severed company , Compelled me to awake the courteous Echo To give me ...
Lady . Nay , gentle shepherd , ill is lost that praise 270 274 That is addressed to unattending ears . Not any boast of skill , but extreme shift How to regain my severed company , Compelled me to awake the courteous Echo To give me ...
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