An Oxford Anthology of English PoetryHoward Foster Lowry, Willard Thorp |
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... bring home the bride againe , Bring home the triumph of our victory , Bring home with you the glory of her gaine , With ioyance bring her and with iollity . Neuer had man more ioyfull day then this , Whom heauen would heape with blis ...
... bring home the bride againe , Bring home the triumph of our victory , Bring home with you the glory of her gaine , With ioyance bring her and with iollity . Neuer had man more ioyfull day then this , Whom heauen would heape with blis ...
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... Bring me my arrows of desire ! Bring me my spear ! Oh clouds , unfold ! Bring me my chariot of fire ! I will not cease from mental fight , Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand , Till we have built Jerusalem In England's green and ...
... Bring me my arrows of desire ! Bring me my spear ! Oh clouds , unfold ! Bring me my chariot of fire ! I will not cease from mental fight , Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand , Till we have built Jerusalem In England's green and ...
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... bring for thee ? ' ' O , my sweet lord , a ruby red : ' The Sword went out to sea . 30 Sir Miles said , while the sails hung down , When the Sword went out to sea , ' Oh , Ursula ! while I see the town , What shall I bring for thee ...
... bring for thee ? ' ' O , my sweet lord , a ruby red : ' The Sword went out to sea . 30 Sir Miles said , while the sails hung down , When the Sword went out to sea , ' Oh , Ursula ! while I see the town , What shall I bring for thee ...
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Medieval Lyrics | 1 |
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Sir Walter Raleigh to the Queen | 24 |
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