| Freeman - 1924 - Страниц: 416
...hungry worms I sleep." Or, almost as simple and great : "O cocks are crowing- on merry middle earth, I wot the wild fowls are boding day; Give me my faith...let me fare me on my way." "Thy faith and troth thou sallna get, And our true love sail never twin, Until ye tell what comes o' women, I wot, who die in... | |
| Vera Meynell - 1925 - Страниц: 378
...kiss thy comely mouth, Thy days of life will not be lang. " O cocks are crowing a merry midnight ; I wot the wild fowls are boding day ; Give me my faith...me fare me on my way." " Thy faith and troth thou sauna get, And our true love sall never twin, Until ye tell what comes o' women, I wot, who die in... | |
| George McDonald - 1927 - Страниц: 428
...together. CHAPTER XXVIII. A. BIRD'S-EYE VIEW. 0, cocks are crowing a merry midnight, I wot the wild-fowls are boding day ; Give me my faith and troth again, And let me fare me on my way. Sue painfully she clam the wa', She clam the wa' up after him ; Hosen nor shopn upon her feet, She... | |
| Peter-Eric Philipp, Andrew Lang - 2000 - Страниц: 442
...Until ye come within my bower, And kiss me cheik and chin." "O, cocks are crowing a merry midnight, I wot the wild fowls are boding day; Give me my faith...let me fare me on my way." "Thy faith and troth thou sall na get, And our true love sall never twin, Until ye tell what comes of women, I wot, who die in... | |
| James Reed - 2003 - Страниц: 198
...kiss thy comely mouth, Thy days of life will not be lang. 'O, cocks are crowing a merry midnight, I wot the wild fowls are boding day; Give me my faith...let me fare me on my way.' Thy faith and troth thou sail na get, And our true love sall never twin, Until ye tell what comes of women, I wot, who die in... | |
| Edwin Markham - 1927 - Страниц: 388
...kiss thy comely mouth, Thy days of life will not be lang. "O cocks are crowing a merry midnight; I wot the wild fowls are boding day; Give me my faith...let me fare me on my way." "Thy faith and troth thou sallna get, And our true love sall never twin,1 Until ye tell what comes o' women, I wot, who die in... | |
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