| Katharine Lee Bates - 1890 - 266 páginas
...Lord Ronald, my son, 0 where hae ye been, my handsome young man ? " " I hae been to the wild wood ; mother, make my bed soon, For I'm weary wi' hunting, and fain wald lie down." "Where gat ye your dinner, Lord Ronald, my son? Where gat ye your dinner, my handsome young man ? "... | |
| Francis Barton Gummere - 1894 - 488 páginas
...your dinner, Lord Randal, my son? Where gat ye your dinner, my handsome young man ?' ' I din'd wi my true-love ; mother, make my bed soon, For I'm weary wi hunting, and fain wald lie down.' 3. ' What gat ye to your dinner, Lord Randal, my son ? What gat ye to your dinner, my handsome young... | |
| Francis Barton Gummere - 1894 - 490 páginas
...my son ? What became of your bloodhounds, my handsome young man ? ' 'O they swelld and they died ; mother, make my bed soon, For I'm weary wi hunting, and fain wald lie down.' 5. 'OI fear ye are poisond, Lord Randal, my son] EDWARD. 1. 'Why dois your brand sae drap wi bluid,... | |
| Charles Dudley Warner - 1896 - 550 páginas
...Lord Randal, my son ? O where hae ye been, my handsome young man ? " I hae been to the wild wood ; mother, make my bed soon, For I'm weary wi' hunting, and fain wald lie down." 2. " Where gat ye your dinner, Lord Randal, my son ? Where gat ye your dinner, my handsome young man... | |
| John Addington Symonds, Symonds - 1898 - 522 páginas
...Itandal, my son ? What became of your bloodhounds, my handsome young man ? 0, they swelled and they died ; mother, make my bed soon, For I'm weary wi' hunting, and fain wald He down. species of popular literature in Italy. 1 The phenomenon is singular, and though conjectures... | |
| 1899 - 450 páginas
...Lord Ronald, my son ? vl/ O where ha'e ye been, my handsome young man ?" " I ha'e been to the wood; mother, make my bed soon, For I'm weary wi' hunting, and fain would lie down." " Where gat ye your dinner, Lord Ronald, my son ? Where gat ye your dinner, my handsome... | |
| 1917 - 456 páginas
...dinner, Lord Ronald, my son ? Where gat ye your dinner, my handsome young man ? " " I dined wi' my love ; mother, make my bed soon, For I'm weary wi' hunting, and fain would lie down." " What gat ye to dinner, Lord Ronald, my son ? What gat ye to dinner, my handsome... | |
| John Addington Symonds, Symonds - 1898 - 522 páginas
...Lord Randal, my son ? What gat ye to your dinner, my handsome young man ? I gat eels boiled in broo ; mother, make my bed soon, For I'm weary wi' hunting, and fain wakl lie down. What became of your bloodhounds, Lord Eandal, my son? What became of your bloodhounds,... | |
| Sir Walter Scott - 1902 - 436 páginas
...dinner, Lord Randal, my son ? Where gat ye your dinner, my handsome young man ? ' ' I din'd wi' my true-love ; mother, make my bed soon, For I'm weary wi' hunting, and fain wald lie down.' ill ' What gat ye to your dinner, Lord Randal, my son ? What gat ye to your dinner, my handsome young... | |
| Walter Scott - 1902 - 436 páginas
...Lord Randal, my son ? O where hae ye been, my handsome young man ? ' ' I hae been to the wild wood ; mother, make my bed soon, For I'm weary wi' hunting, and fain wald lie down.' ii ' Where gat ye your dinner, Lord Randal, my son ? Where gat ye your dinner, my handsome young man... | |
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