Spencer to CrabbeOxford University Press, 1990 - English poetry |
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Page 519
... poor ; alas ! that should not be , And dry into the bargain , and no drink ! Shall we go nim a horse , Tom ? — What dost think ? ' How clear are things when liquor's in the case ! Tom answers quick , with casuistic grace : ' Nim ? Yes ...
... poor ; alas ! that should not be , And dry into the bargain , and no drink ! Shall we go nim a horse , Tom ? — What dost think ? ' How clear are things when liquor's in the case ! Tom answers quick , with casuistic grace : ' Nim ? Yes ...
Page 632
... poor ; No house , ne friend , ne moneie in my pouche ; All yatte I call my owne is this my silver crouche . Varlet , replyd the Abbatte , cease your dinne ; This is no season almes and prayers to give ; Mie porter never lets a faitour9 ...
... poor ; No house , ne friend , ne moneie in my pouche ; All yatte I call my owne is this my silver crouche . Varlet , replyd the Abbatte , cease your dinne ; This is no season almes and prayers to give ; Mie porter never lets a faitour9 ...
Page 636
... poor in awe , The law's vast volume - for he knows the law : - To him with anger or with shame repair The injured peasant and deluded fair . Lo ! at his throne the silent nymph appears , Frail by her shape , but modest in her tears ...
... poor in awe , The law's vast volume - for he knows the law : - To him with anger or with shame repair The injured peasant and deluded fair . Lo ! at his throne the silent nymph appears , Frail by her shape , but modest in her tears ...
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