In ancient times, as story tells, The saints would often leave their cells, And stroll about, but hide their quality, To try good people’s hospitality.It happened on a winter night, As authors of the legend write, Two brother hermits, saints by trade, Taking their tour in masquerade, Disguised in tattered habits, went To a small village down in Kent;Where, in the strollers’ canting strain, They begged from door to door in vain;Tried every tone might pity win, But not a soul would let them in.
Taal Engels ● Formaat EPUB ● ISBN 9788893159531 ● Bestandsgrootte 0.9 MB ● Uitgeverij Jonathan Swift ● Gepubliceerd 2015 ● Downloadbare 24 maanden ● Valuta EUR ● ID 5182312 ● Kopieerbeveiliging Sociale DRM