An Oxford Anthology of English PoetryHoward Foster Lowry, Willard Thorp |
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Page 66
... thing To give unto my lady : I name no thing , nor mean no thing , But as pretty a thing as may be . Twenty journeys would I make , And twenty ways would hie me , To make adventure for her sake To set some matter by me . But I would ...
... thing To give unto my lady : I name no thing , nor mean no thing , But as pretty a thing as may be . Twenty journeys would I make , And twenty ways would hie me , To make adventure for her sake To set some matter by me . But I would ...
Page 305
... things are in decay ? For man is ev'ry thing , And more : he is a tree , yet bears mo fruit ; A beast , yet is , or should be , more ; Reason and speech we onely bring ; Parrats may 10 thank us , if they are not mute , They go upon the ...
... things are in decay ? For man is ev'ry thing , And more : he is a tree , yet bears mo fruit ; A beast , yet is , or should be , more ; Reason and speech we onely bring ; Parrats may 10 thank us , if they are not mute , They go upon the ...
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... thing cometh after death ? Haec Shall we weep for a dead day , Or set Sorrow in our way ? Hidden by my golden hair , Wilt thou weep that sweet days wear ? Kiss me , love ! for who knoweth What thing cometh after death ? Ille Weep , O ...
... thing cometh after death ? Haec Shall we weep for a dead day , Or set Sorrow in our way ? Hidden by my golden hair , Wilt thou weep that sweet days wear ? Kiss me , love ! for who knoweth What thing cometh after death ? Ille Weep , O ...
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Medieval Lyrics | 1 |
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Sir Walter Raleigh to the Queen | 24 |
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