An English Book of Light VerseGuy Boas Macmillan & Company Limited, 1944 - 300 páginas |
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... Friar GWENWYNWYN withdrew from the feasts of his hall : He slept very little , he prayed not at all : He pondered , and wandered , and studied alone ; And ... FRIAR He sought the grey 120 THOMAS LOVE PEACOCK The Pool of the Diving Friar.
... Friar GWENWYNWYN withdrew from the feasts of his hall : He slept very little , he prayed not at all : He pondered , and wandered , and studied alone ; And ... FRIAR He sought the grey 120 THOMAS LOVE PEACOCK The Pool of the Diving Friar.
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Guy Boas. THE POOL OF THE DIVING FRIAR He sought the grey friars , who beside a wild stream , Refected their frames on a primitive scheme ; The gravest and wisest Gwenwynwyn found out , All lonely and ghostly , and angling for trout ...
Guy Boas. THE POOL OF THE DIVING FRIAR He sought the grey friars , who beside a wild stream , Refected their frames on a primitive scheme ; The gravest and wisest Gwenwynwyn found out , All lonely and ghostly , and angling for trout ...
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... friar a diver so stout ; Then sadly and slowly his castle he sought , And left the friar diving , like dabchick distraught . Gwenwynwyn fell sick with alarm and despite , Died , and went to the devil , the very same night ; The ...
... friar a diver so stout ; Then sadly and slowly his castle he sought , And left the friar diving , like dabchick distraught . Gwenwynwyn fell sick with alarm and despite , Died , and went to the devil , the very same night ; The ...
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GEOFFREY CHAUCER 13401400 | 1 |
JOHN SKELTON 14601529 | 12 |
SIR PHILIP SIDNEY 15541586 | 18 |
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