English poem
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Lord Dusiote hung on his good squire’s arm, The priest beside him knelt: A weeping handkerchief was pressed To stay the red flood at his breast, And bid cold ladies melt.
Versos English George Meredith Vi
Versos English George Meredith Vi
English poem
Lord Dusiote hung on his good squire’s arm, The priest beside him knelt: A weeping handkerchief was pressed To stay the red flood at his breast, And bid cold ladies melt.