There is something sinister about putting a leprechaun in a workhouse. The only solid comfort is that he certainly will not work.
The tall, thin serious man strode in, his dark cloak billowing so dramatically it threatened to extinguish the lamp flame with its draught. He advanced like a malevolent shadow consuming the dim orang...
His spirit chaunged house and wente ther,As I cam nevere, I kan nat tellen wher.
Amor, ch'al cor gentile ratto s'apprendeprese costui de la bella personache mi fu tolta; e 'l modo ancor m'offende.Amor, che a nullo amato amar perdona,Mi prese del costui piacer sì forte,Che, come ve...