English Lyrics Chaucer to Poe 1340-1809 |
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... and fashioned me , Together round about ; yet thou dost destroy me . Remember , I beseech thee , that thou hast made me as the clay ; And wilt thou bring me into dust again ? Hast thou not poured me out as milk , And THE ENGLISH BIBLE 43.
... and fashioned me , Together round about ; yet thou dost destroy me . Remember , I beseech thee , that thou hast made me as the clay ; And wilt thou bring me into dust again ? Hast thou not poured me out as milk , And THE ENGLISH BIBLE 43.
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... dost thou open thine eyes upon such an one , And bringest me into judgment with thee ? Who can bring a clean thing out of an unclean ? Not one . Seeing his days are determined , the number of his months are with thee , Thou hast ...
... dost thou open thine eyes upon such an one , And bringest me into judgment with thee ? Who can bring a clean thing out of an unclean ? Not one . Seeing his days are determined , the number of his months are with thee , Thou hast ...
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... Dost thou not watch over my sin ? My transgression is sealed up in a bag , And thou sewest up mine iniquity . And surely the mountain falling cometh to nought , And the rock is removed out of his place . The waters wear the stones ...
... Dost thou not watch over my sin ? My transgression is sealed up in a bag , And thou sewest up mine iniquity . And surely the mountain falling cometh to nought , And the rock is removed out of his place . The waters wear the stones ...
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... dost so charge us ? My beloved is white and ruddy , The chiefest among ten thousand . His head is as the most fine gold ; His locks are bushy , and black as a raven : His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters , Washed ...
... dost so charge us ? My beloved is white and ruddy , The chiefest among ten thousand . His head is as the most fine gold ; His locks are bushy , and black as a raven : His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters , Washed ...
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... dost thou weep ? why dost thou wail ? And know'st not yet what thou dost ail . Come , little wretch ! Ah ! silly heart , Mine only joy , what can I more ? If there be any wrong thy smart , That may the destinies implore , ' Twas I , I ...
... dost thou weep ? why dost thou wail ? And know'st not yet what thou dost ail . Come , little wretch ! Ah ! silly heart , Mine only joy , what can I more ? If there be any wrong thy smart , That may the destinies implore , ' Twas I , I ...
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English Lyrics: Chaucer to Poe; 1340 1809 (Classic Reprint) William Ernest Henley No preview available - 2018 |
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