English Lyrics Chaucer to Poe 1340-1809 |
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... bliss ! O ring fro which the ruby is out - fall ! O cause of woe , that cause hast been of lisse ! Yet , since I may no bet , fain would I kiss Thy coldė dorės , durst I for this route- And farewell shrine , of which the saint is out ...
... bliss ! O ring fro which the ruby is out - fall ! O cause of woe , that cause hast been of lisse ! Yet , since I may no bet , fain would I kiss Thy coldė dorės , durst I for this route- And farewell shrine , of which the saint is out ...
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... bliss May let me to remember this , How glad that ever I dine or sowp . Yet , when the night begins to short , It does my spreit some part comfort , Of thought oppressed with the showers . Come , lusty Summer ! with thy flowers , That I ...
... bliss May let me to remember this , How glad that ever I dine or sowp . Yet , when the night begins to short , It does my spreit some part comfort , Of thought oppressed with the showers . Come , lusty Summer ! with thy flowers , That I ...
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... bliss Her sugared mouth to kiss ! Her beauty to augment , Dame Nature hath her lent A wart upon her cheek . Whoso list to seek In her visage a scar , That seemeth from afar Like to the radiant star , All with favour fret , So properly ...
... bliss Her sugared mouth to kiss ! Her beauty to augment , Dame Nature hath her lent A wart upon her cheek . Whoso list to seek In her visage a scar , That seemeth from afar Like to the radiant star , All with favour fret , So properly ...
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... , So deep reposéd in my breast is she for her desart ! For many blessed gifts , O happy , happy land , Where Mars and Pallas strive to make their glory most to stand ! Yet , land , more is thy bliss , that 18 GRIMALD.
... , So deep reposéd in my breast is she for her desart ! For many blessed gifts , O happy , happy land , Where Mars and Pallas strive to make their glory most to stand ! Yet , land , more is thy bliss , that 18 GRIMALD.
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William Ernest Henley. Yet , land , more is thy bliss , that in this cruel age A Venus ' imp thou hast brought forth , so steadfast and so sage , Among the Muses Nine a tenth if Jove would make , And to the Graces Three a fourth , her ...
William Ernest Henley. Yet , land , more is thy bliss , that in this cruel age A Venus ' imp thou hast brought forth , so steadfast and so sage , Among the Muses Nine a tenth if Jove would make , And to the Graces Three a fourth , her ...
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English Lyrics: Chaucer to Poe; 1340 1809 (Classic Reprint) William Ernest Henley No preview available - 2018 |
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