The Marriage Of Sir Gawaine by Anonymous Olde English
Part the FirstKing Arthur lives in merry Carleile,And seemely is to see;And there with him Queene Guenever,That bride soe bright of blee.And there with him Queene Guenever, That bride soe brigh
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Part the FirstKing Arthur lives in merry Carleile,And seemely is to see;And there with him Queene Guenever,That bride soe bright of blee.And there with him Queene Guenever, That bride soe brigh
'Twas always held, and ever will,By sage mankind, discreeterTo anticipate a lesser illThan undergo a greater.When mortals dread disease, pain,And languishing conditions,Who don't the lesser ill
Janet Jackson is allergic to marriage, Imagine that? Her brother is Michael, he hangs around and lets little boys sleep in his bed, Is there a kind of perverse genetic disorder that is involved th
IT is the dead of night: Yet more than noonday light Beams far and wide from many a gorgeous hall. Unnumbered harps are tinkling, Unnumbered lamps are twinkling, In the great city of the fourfold
The bride delineates obedience.As a wife, she manifests defiance.The groom demonstrates slavery..As a husband, he employs slavery.16.06.2008Author: Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar.
Countless couple cut communicationCommunication cut, cripples courtship Continuous communication creates; Captivating colourful courtship Most married men make many mistakesMates misunderst
Lord, living, here are weAs fast united, yetAs when our hands and hearts by TheeTogether first were knit,And, in a thankful song,Now sing we will Thy praise,For, that Thou dost as well prolongO
Nor did there on the other side, I ween,Forms though more soft, less heav'nly appear;Conjugal Love and Concord still were seen,Becoming Meekness and Submission near;Next Truth, a window in her nak
The first retainerhe gave to herwas a goldenwedding ring.The second--late at nightwe woke up,leaned over on an elbow,and kissed her.The third and the last--he died withand gave up lovinga
Before the marriage can been framedthe canvas has to be unrolled, and even if the artist is unnamedmake sure the story that he’s toldhas not by framing been distorted, for it was painted withou
Quella stradaccia me la sò lograta: Ma quanti passi me ce fussi fatto Nun c'era da ottené pe gnisun patto De potemme sposà co mi' cuggnata. Io c'ero diventato mezzo matto, Perché, dico, ch'e
Look, I'm quite happyAs an introverted, sloppy, Creative, easygoing, poor, Overweight, insecure misfit! I don't need your anal, Obsessive, ultra-organized, Critical nitpicking! I like it in m