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Our lige lordes seel® on my patente ; That shewe I first , my body to warente , That no man be so bold , ne preest ne clerk ; Me to destourbe of Cristes holy werk ; And after that than telle I forth my tales : Bulles of popes and of ...
Our lige lordes seel® on my patente ; That shewe I first , my body to warente , That no man be so bold , ne preest ne clerk ; Me to destourbe of Cristes holy werk ; And after that than telle I forth my tales : Bulles of popes and of ...
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210 With trembling steps and humble reverence , She commeth in , before th ' almighties vew , Of her ye virgins learne obedience , When so ye come into those holy places , To humble your proud faces : Bring her up to th ' high altar ...
210 With trembling steps and humble reverence , She commeth in , before th ' almighties vew , Of her ye virgins learne obedience , When so ye come into those holy places , To humble your proud faces : Bring her up to th ' high altar ...
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The weeping child could not be heard , The weeping parents wept in vain ; They strip'd him to his little shirt , And bound him in an iron chain ; And burn'd him in a holy place , Where many had been burn'd before : The weeping parents ...
The weeping child could not be heard , The weeping parents wept in vain ; They strip'd him to his little shirt , And bound him in an iron chain ; And burn'd him in a holy place , Where many had been burn'd before : The weeping parents ...
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