A Pageant of English VerseLongmans, Green, 1949 - 434 стор. |
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... never thenk to ben in his prison lene ; Sin I am free , I counte him not a bene . He may answere , and seyè this or that ; I do no fors , I speke right as I mene . Sin I fro love escaped am so fat , I never thenk to ben in his prison ...
... never thenk to ben in his prison lene ; Sin I am free , I counte him not a bene . He may answere , and seyè this or that ; I do no fors , I speke right as I mene . Sin I fro love escaped am so fat , I never thenk to ben in his prison ...
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... Never let rising sun approve you liars , To add more grief to aggravate my sorrow . Still let me sleep , embracing clouds in vain ; And never wake to feel the day's disdain . From Delia , 1592 JOSHUA SYLVESTER I waigh not Fortunes ...
... Never let rising sun approve you liars , To add more grief to aggravate my sorrow . Still let me sleep , embracing clouds in vain ; And never wake to feel the day's disdain . From Delia , 1592 JOSHUA SYLVESTER I waigh not Fortunes ...
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... Never a ploughman . Never a one . WALTER DE LA MARE The Scribe What lovely things Thy hand hath made : The smooth - plumed bird In its emerald shade , The seed of the grass , The speck of stone Which the wayfaring ant Stirs and hastes ...
... Never a ploughman . Never a one . WALTER DE LA MARE The Scribe What lovely things Thy hand hath made : The smooth - plumed bird In its emerald shade , The seed of the grass , The speck of stone Which the wayfaring ant Stirs and hastes ...
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