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.
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Limba Engleză ● Format EPUB ● ISBN 9788893159531 ● Mărime fișier 0.9 MB ● Editura Jonathan Swift ● Publicat 2015 ● Descărcabil 24 luni ● Valută EUR ● ID 5182312 ● Protecție împotriva copiilor DRM social