Copeland's Treasury for Booklovers: A Panorama of English and American Poetry and Prose from the Earliest Times to the Present, Volume 1 |
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And the king said , He is a good man , and cometh with good tidings . 28 And Ahimaaz called , and said unto the king , All is well . And he fell down to the earth upon his face before the king , and said , Blessed be the LORD thy God ...
And the king said , He is a good man , and cometh with good tidings . 28 And Ahimaaz called , and said unto the king , All is well . And he fell down to the earth upon his face before the king , and said , Blessed be the LORD thy God ...
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Then the king gat his spear in both his hands , and ran toward Sir Mordred , crying : Traitor , now is thy death day come . And when Sir Mordred heard Sir Arthur , he ran until him with his sword drawn in his hand .
Then the king gat his spear in both his hands , and ran toward Sir Mordred , crying : Traitor , now is thy death day come . And when Sir Mordred heard Sir Arthur , he ran until him with his sword drawn in his hand .
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will not avail me , for wit thou well an I might live myself , the death of Sir Lucan would grieve me evermore ; but my time hieth fast , said the king . Therefore , said Arthur unto Sir Bedivere , take thou Excalibur , my good sword ...
will not avail me , for wit thou well an I might live myself , the death of Sir Lucan would grieve me evermore ; but my time hieth fast , said the king . Therefore , said Arthur unto Sir Bedivere , take thou Excalibur , my good sword ...
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