Spencer to CrabbeOxford University Press, 1990 |
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Pagina 393
... king sits in Dunfermline toun , Drinking the blude - red wine ; ' Oh whare will I get gude sailor , To sail this ship o ' mine ? ' Up and spake an eldern knight Sat at the king's right knee ; ' Sir Patrick Spens is the best sailor ...
... king sits in Dunfermline toun , Drinking the blude - red wine ; ' Oh whare will I get gude sailor , To sail this ship o ' mine ? ' Up and spake an eldern knight Sat at the king's right knee ; ' Sir Patrick Spens is the best sailor ...
Pagina 394
... king o ' me , To send us out at this time o ' the year , To sail upon the sea ? ' Be't wind , be it weet , be't hail , be it sleet , Our ship must sail the faem , The king's daughter of Norway , ' Tis we must fetch her hame . ' They ...
... king o ' me , To send us out at this time o ' the year , To sail upon the sea ? ' Be't wind , be it weet , be't hail , be it sleet , Our ship must sail the faem , The king's daughter of Norway , ' Tis we must fetch her hame . ' They ...
Pagina 505
... King Colley ! ' cries ; ' God save King Colley ! ' Drury Lane replies : To Needham's quick the voice triumphal rode , But pious Needham dropt the name of God : Back to the Devil the last echoes roll , And ' Coll ! ' each butcher roars ...
... King Colley ! ' cries ; ' God save King Colley ! ' Drury Lane replies : To Needham's quick the voice triumphal rode , But pious Needham dropt the name of God : Back to the Devil the last echoes roll , And ' Coll ! ' each butcher roars ...
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FULKE GREVILLE LORD BROOKE 15541628 | 49 |
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