 | John William Cunliffe, James Francis Augustine Pyre, Karl Young - English literature - 1910 - 1174 pages
...her hunger to beguile. ' My sister,' quoth she, ' hath a living good, And hence from me she dwclleth d the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed...Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him, 10 But he laboreth not as I. Richly she feedeth, and at the ricn man's cost, And for her meat she needs not crave... | |
 | John William Cunliffe, James Francis Augustin Pyre, Karl Young - English literature - 1911 - 1196 pages
...fain to take, instead of food, Sleep, if she might, her hunger to beguile. ' My sister,' quoth she, ' hath a living good, And hence from me she dwelleth...not a mile. In cold and storm she lieth warm and dry 20 In bed of down, the dirt doth not defile Her tender foot, she laboreth not as I. Richly she feedeth,... | |
 | John Matthews Manly - English literature - 1916 - 806 pages
...of food Sleep, if she might, her hunger to beguile. 1 abundance 2 destroyed "My sister," quoth she, r-led wizards 2 haste with odours sweet ! 0 run, prevent 6 20 In bed of down, the dirt doth not defile Her tender foot, she laboureth not as I. Richly she feedeth... | |
 | English poetry - 1916 - 792 pages
...dirt doth not defile Her tender foot, she laboureth not as I. Richly she feedeth and at the richman's e away all tears from thy eyes ! — Truly, the din of manyvoiced Life, the delicates, the most Her cater l seeks and spareth for no peril, She feedeth on boiled bacon, meat... | |
 | John Matthews Manly - English literature - 1916 - 828 pages
...living good, And hence from me she dwclleth not a mile. In cold and storm she licth warm and dry 20 raptures; while my voice proclaims How exquisitely the indivi laboureth not as I. Richly she feedeth and at the richman's cost, And for her meat she needs not crave... | |
 | John Matthews Manly - English literature - 1926 - 928 pages
...of food Sleep, if she might, her hunger to beguile. 1 abundance ! destroyed "My sister," quoth she, m not lab@ۍ. 20 In bed of down, the dirt doth not defile Her tender foot, she laboureth not as I. Richly she feedeth... | |
 | George Reuben Potter - English literature - 1928 - 640 pages
...she fain to take, in stead of food. Sleep, if she might her hunger to beguile, "My sister," quod she, "hath a living good, And hence from me she dwelleth...down; the dirt doth not defile Her tender foot; she laboreth not as I. Richly she feedeth, and at the rich man's cost, And for her meat she needs not crave... | |
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stroyed with the flood, Then wellaway, for she undone was clean. Then was she fain to take instead of food Sleep, if she might, her hunger to beguile. 'My sister,' quod she, 'hath a living good And hence from me she dwelleth not a mile. 
