এই পাতাটির মুদ্রণ সংশোধন করা প্রয়োজন।
প্ৰথম খণ্ড সপিণী—সিংহ-বিবরে When Ruth three seasons thus halain There came a respite to her pain; she from he prison fied: But on the vagrant none took thought And where it liked her lest she sough He shelter and her breaid, Wordsgyors
