English Lyrics Chaucer to Poe 1340-1809 |
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... kiss Thy coldë dorës , durst I for this route- And farewell shrine , of which the saint is out ! ' II Fro thennësforth he rideth up and down , And everything com him to remembrance As he rood forth by places of the town , In which he ...
... kiss Thy coldë dorës , durst I for this route- And farewell shrine , of which the saint is out ! ' II Fro thennësforth he rideth up and down , And everything com him to remembrance As he rood forth by places of the town , In which he ...
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... 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 it is set ! She is the ...
... 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 it is set ! She is the ...
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... kiss , methinks I say : Welcome , my lord , my knight ! Welcome , my sweet , alas ! the stay of my welfare , Thy presence bringeth forth a truce betwixt me and my care . ' Then lively doth he look , and salueth me again , And saith ...
... kiss , methinks I say : Welcome , my lord , my knight ! Welcome , my sweet , alas ! the stay of my welfare , Thy presence bringeth forth a truce betwixt me and my care . ' Then lively doth he look , and salueth me again , And saith ...
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... Kissing , I say : - ' My babe , my tender bird , Sweet mistress , lady love and lusty wight , Steer , rule , and guider of my senses right ! ' My voice surmounts the sapphire cloudes hie , Thanking ... kiss , and cossis hairts ! 20 SCOTT.
... Kissing , I say : - ' My babe , my tender bird , Sweet mistress , lady love and lusty wight , Steer , rule , and guider of my senses right ! ' My voice surmounts the sapphire cloudes hie , Thanking ... kiss , and cossis hairts ! 20 SCOTT.
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William Ernest Henley. In oxters close we kiss , and cossis hairts ! Burnt in desire of amour's play and sport , Meittand our lusts , sprightless we twa depairts . Prolong with leisure , Lord , I thee exhort , Sic time that we may both ...
William Ernest Henley. In oxters close we kiss , and cossis hairts ! Burnt in desire of amour's play and sport , Meittand our lusts , sprightless we twa depairts . Prolong with leisure , Lord , I thee exhort , Sic time that we may both ...
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English Lyrics: Chaucer to Poe; 1340 1809 (Classic Reprint) William Ernest Henley No preview available - 2018 |
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