The Ingoldsby Legends: Or, Mirth and Marvels, Volume 2G. Routledge, 1889 |
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... ween , was he , -Shakspere . " Come east , come west , Come lance in rest , Come faulchion in hand , I'll tickle the best Of all the Soldan's Chivalrie ! " Oh ! they came west , and they came east 108 THE INGOLDSBY PENANCE . The ...
... ween , was he , -Shakspere . " Come east , come west , Come lance in rest , Come faulchion in hand , I'll tickle the best Of all the Soldan's Chivalrie ! " Oh ! they came west , and they came east 108 THE INGOLDSBY PENANCE . The ...
Page 110
... Prior of Abingdon lie ? King Richard's Confessor , I ween , is he , And tidings rare To him do I bear , And news of price from his rich Ab - bee ! " " Now nay , now nay , thou naughty Page 110 THE INGOLDSBY PENANCE .
... Prior of Abingdon lie ? King Richard's Confessor , I ween , is he , And tidings rare To him do I bear , And news of price from his rich Ab - bee ! " " Now nay , now nay , thou naughty Page 110 THE INGOLDSBY PENANCE .
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... ween , May there be seen Dame Alice's hand with half an eye ; Now nay , now nay , thou naughty Page , From Abingdon Abbey comes not thy news ; Although no clerk , Well may I mark The particular turn of her P's and her Q's ! " Sir ...
... ween , May there be seen Dame Alice's hand with half an eye ; Now nay , now nay , thou naughty Page , From Abingdon Abbey comes not thy news ; Although no clerk , Well may I mark The particular turn of her P's and her Q's ! " Sir ...
Page 112
... ween , are there . But their heads and their limbs are no - body knows where ! Ay , twenty - four corses , I rede , there be , Though one got away and ran up a tree ! " " Look nigher , look nigher , My trusty Squire ! " - " One is the ...
... ween , are there . But their heads and their limbs are no - body knows where ! Ay , twenty - four corses , I rede , there be , Though one got away and ran up a tree ! " " Look nigher , look nigher , My trusty Squire ! " - " One is the ...
Page 113
... ween , is he , And a belted Knight , In armour dight , Is begging a boon on his bended knee , With signs of grief and sounds of woe Featly he kisseth his Holiness ' toe . " Now pardon , Holy Father , I crave , O Holy Father , pardon and ...
... ween , is he , And a belted Knight , In armour dight , Is begging a boon on his bended knee , With signs of grief and sounds of woe Featly he kisseth his Holiness ' toe . " Now pardon , Holy Father , I crave , O Holy Father , pardon and ...
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