English poem
Giles
by William Morris (1834–1896)
Nay 'tis the Marshalls'-sergeant, sweet-- --Hold, neighbour, let me keep my feet!-- There, now your head is up again; Thus held up have you aught of pain?
Versos English William Morris Giles
Versos English William Morris Giles
English poem
by William Morris (1834–1896)
Nay 'tis the Marshalls'-sergeant, sweet-- --Hold, neighbour, let me keep my feet!-- There, now your head is up again; Thus held up have you aught of pain?