English Masterpieces, Volume 1P. Owen, 1957 |
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... sword for a savage blow . Bit the blade in the back of her neck , Cut the neck - bone , and cleft its way 1350 Clean through her flesh ; to the floor she sank ; The sword was gory ; glad was the hero . A light flashed out from the ...
... sword for a savage blow . Bit the blade in the back of her neck , Cut the neck - bone , and cleft its way 1350 Clean through her flesh ; to the floor she sank ; The sword was gory ; glad was the hero . A light flashed out from the ...
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... sword among a great heap of dead men . " Now give me my spear , " said Arthur unto Sir Lucan , " for yonder I have espied the traitor that all this woe hath wrought . " " Sir , let him be , " said Sir 20 Lucan , " for he is unhappy ...
... sword among a great heap of dead men . " Now give me my spear , " said Arthur unto Sir Lucan , " for yonder I have espied the traitor that all this woe hath wrought . " " Sir , let him be , " said Sir 20 Lucan , " for he is unhappy ...
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... sword in the water , thereof shall never come good , but harm and loss . " And then Sir Bedivere hid Excalibur under a tree . And so , as soon as he might , he came again unto the king , and said he had been at the water , and had ...
... sword in the water , thereof shall never come good , but harm and loss . " And then Sir Bedivere hid Excalibur under a tree . And so , as soon as he might , he came again unto the king , and said he had been at the water , and had ...
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1425 | 3 |
MIDDLE ENGLISH LITERATURE | 58 |
GEOFFREY CHAUCER | 97 |
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