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... sight of every maner wight , And come agen , be it day or night , Whan that you list to clepen him , again , In swiche a guise as I shal to you sain Betwixen you and me , and that ful sone . Ride whan you list , ther n'is no more to ...
... sight of every maner wight , And come agen , be it day or night , Whan that you list to clepen him , again , In swiche a guise as I shal to you sain Betwixen you and me , and that ful sone . Ride whan you list , ther n'is no more to ...
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... sight : ye get no more of me ; But thus I lete , in lust and jolitee , This Cambuscan his lordes festeying , Til that wel nigh the day began to spring . PARS SECUNDA . The norice of digestion , the slepe , Gan on hem winke , and bad hem ...
... sight : ye get no more of me ; But thus I lete , in lust and jolitee , This Cambuscan his lordes festeying , Til that wel nigh the day began to spring . PARS SECUNDA . The norice of digestion , the slepe , Gan on hem winke , and bad hem ...
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... sight ; And eke the birdes songes for to here , Would have rejoiced any erthly wight , And I , that couth not yet in no manere Heare the nightingale of all the yere , Full busily herkned , with hert and ere , If I her voice perceve coud ...
... sight ; And eke the birdes songes for to here , Would have rejoiced any erthly wight , And I , that couth not yet in no manere Heare the nightingale of all the yere , Full busily herkned , with hert and ere , If I her voice perceve coud ...
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... sight ) Ìse where there came singing , lustily , A world of ladies ; but to tell aright Hir beauty grete , lyeth not in my might , Ne hir array ; nevertheless I shall Tell you a part , tho ' I speke not of all ' : The surcoss , white ...
... sight ) Ìse where there came singing , lustily , A world of ladies ; but to tell aright Hir beauty grete , lyeth not in my might , Ne hir array ; nevertheless I shall Tell you a part , tho ' I speke not of all ' : The surcoss , white ...
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... sight , Of hir harneis were of red gold so fine , With cloth of gold ; and furred with ermine , Were the trappures of hir stedes strong , Both wide and large , that to the ground did hong . And every boss of bridle , and peytrel That ...
... sight , Of hir harneis were of red gold so fine , With cloth of gold ; and furred with ermine , Were the trappures of hir stedes strong , Both wide and large , that to the ground did hong . And every boss of bridle , and peytrel That ...
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