English Masterpieces, Volume 1P. Owen, 1957 |
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Page 93
... blow . " " Nay , " quoth Gawain , " by God that gave me life , I shall make no moan whatever befall me , but make thou ready for the blow and I shall stand still and say never a word to thee , do as thou wilt . " With that he bent his ...
... blow . " " Nay , " quoth Gawain , " by God that gave me life , I shall make no moan whatever befall me , but make thou ready for the blow and I shall stand still and say never a word to thee , do as thou wilt . " With that he bent his ...
Page 94
... blow falls to me here . Halt , therefore . " Then the Green Knight drew off from him and leaned on his axe , setting the shaft on the ground , and looked on Gawain as he stood all armed and faced him fearlessly - at heart it pleased him ...
... blow falls to me here . Halt , therefore . " Then the Green Knight drew off from him and leaned on his axe , setting the shaft on the ground , and looked on Gawain as he stood all armed and faced him fearlessly - at heart it pleased him ...
Page 323
... BLOW , BLOW , THOU WINTER WIND Blow , blow , thou winter wind ! Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude ; Thy tooth is not so keen , Because thou art not seen , Although thy breath be rude . Heigh ho ! sing , heigh ho ! unto the ...
... BLOW , BLOW , THOU WINTER WIND Blow , blow , thou winter wind ! Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude ; Thy tooth is not so keen , Because thou art not seen , Although thy breath be rude . Heigh ho ! sing , heigh ho ! unto the ...
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