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Стр. 349 - To chase these pagans, in those holy fields, Over whose acres walked those blessed feet, Which, fourteen hundred years ago, were nailed, For our advantage, on the bitter cross.
Стр. 36 - Full oft att that sport. Shee threw downe the mantle, That bright was of blee ; Fast, with a red rudd. To her chamber can shee flee.
Стр. 334 - This year Ceawlin and Cutha fought against the Britons at the place which is called Fethan-lea, [Frethern ?] and there was Cutha slain ; and Ceawlin took many towns, and spoils innumerable; and wrathful he thence returned to his own.
Стр. 35 - All-shapen as you see. No wife it shall become, That once hath been to blame.
Стр. 93 - After it is burnt, they beat it into small pieces with an iron sledge, and then put it into the furnace (which is before charged with coals), casting it upon the top of the coals, where it melts and falls into the hearth, in the space of about twelve hours, more or less, and then it runs into a sow. " The hearth, or bottom of the furnace, is made of a...
Стр. 37 - And wan the golden can. Thus boar's head, horn and mantle, Were this fair couple's meed : And all such constant lovers, God send them well to speed.
Стр. 35 - Ye gallant lords, and lordings, I wish you all take heed, Lest, what ye deem a blooming rose Should prove a cankred weed.
Стр. 345 - Out upon Time ! it will leave no more Of the things to come than the things before ! Out upon Time ! who for ever will leave But enough of the past for the future to grieve...