Spencer to CrabbeOxford University Press, 1990 - English poetry |
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Page 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 ...
Page 394
... king's daughter of Noroway , ' Tis thou maun bring her hame . ' The first line that Sir Patrick read , A loud laugh ... 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 ...
... king's daughter of Noroway , ' Tis thou maun bring her hame . ' The first line that Sir Patrick read , A loud laugh ... 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 ...
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... 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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SIR WALTER RALEIGH 15521618 | 33 |
FULKE GREVILLE LORD BROOKE 15541628 | 49 |
GEORGE CHAPMAN 15601634 | 54 |
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