Royston Gower, Or The Days of King JohnH. Colburn, 1838 |
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... friar , who many a sermon made In praise of Robin Hood , his outlaws and their trade . In sketching the character of King John , the author has endeavoured to bring him for- ward in one of the most important parts of his reign - his ...
... friar , who many a sermon made In praise of Robin Hood , his outlaws and their trade . In sketching the character of King John , the author has endeavoured to bring him for- ward in one of the most important parts of his reign - his ...
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... friars ; for by the mass , it stirreth my memory , more to the remembrance of pasties than prayers . I can better think of sirloins than my sins , and would almost be willing to don a priest's stole , if it would bring me 10 ROYSTON Gower .
... friars ; for by the mass , it stirreth my memory , more to the remembrance of pasties than prayers . I can better think of sirloins than my sins , and would almost be willing to don a priest's stole , if it would bring me 10 ROYSTON Gower .
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... friars of New- stead ; and hear me , the less her attendant knight knows of this secret , the better for our- selves . Be careful how thou passest the rangers ' lodges , and quarrel not with the porter , for he is worthy of our kindness ...
... friars of New- stead ; and hear me , the less her attendant knight knows of this secret , the better for our- selves . Be careful how thou passest the rangers ' lodges , and quarrel not with the porter , for he is worthy of our kindness ...
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... friars , " replied the captain ; " trowest thou they have no method for rubbing off the marks of a night's wassail , and making their ruddy visages look , in truth , as pale as a maiden's while be- fore her confessor . " By this time ...
... friars , " replied the captain ; " trowest thou they have no method for rubbing off the marks of a night's wassail , and making their ruddy visages look , in truth , as pale as a maiden's while be- fore her confessor . " By this time ...
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... friars , and merry monks , I tell my beads when I am tired of trolling a sylvan song , and sleep as soundly as any of the holy brotherhood , after they have sung a peni- tential psalm . It was of other matters that I was about to speak ...
... friars , and merry monks , I tell my beads when I am tired of trolling a sylvan song , and sleep as soundly as any of the holy brotherhood , after they have sung a peni- tential psalm . It was of other matters that I was about to speak ...
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