English Lyrics Chaucer to Poe 1340-1809 |
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... sweet is felt the more , It doth abate some of my pains , that I abode before ; And then unto myself I say : - -'When we shall meet , But little while shall seem this pain , the joy shall be so sweet ! ' Ye winds , I you conjúre , in ...
... sweet is felt the more , It doth abate some of my pains , that I abode before ; And then unto myself I say : - -'When we shall meet , But little while shall seem this pain , the joy shall be so sweet ! ' Ye winds , I you conjúre , in ...
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... sweet face , The ground of all my grace , And sovereign ; What chance that may fall me Sall I never merry be , Unto the time I see I My sweet again . go , and wot not where , I wander here and there , I weep and sich right sair , With ...
... sweet face , The ground of all my grace , And sovereign ; What chance that may fall me Sall I never merry be , Unto the time I see I My sweet again . go , and wot not where , I wander here and there , I weep and sich right sair , With ...
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... sweet , So thirléd is my spreit , My days are most complete , Through her absence : Christ , sen she knew my smart , Ingraven in my heart , Because I must depart From her presence ! Adieu , my own sweet thing , My joy and comforting ...
... sweet , So thirléd is my spreit , My days are most complete , Through her absence : Christ , sen she knew my smart , Ingraven in my heart , Because I must depart From her presence ! Adieu , my own sweet thing , My joy and comforting ...
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... sweet , to bring the babe to rest , That would not cease but criéd still , in sucking at her breast . She was full weary of her watch , and grieved with her child , She rocked it and rated it , till that on her it smiled ; Then did she ...
... sweet , to bring the babe to rest , That would not cease but criéd still , in sucking at her breast . She was full weary of her watch , and grieved with her child , She rocked it and rated it , till that on her it smiled ; Then did she ...
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... Sweet melling in the schawës sheen ; When all lovers rejoicéd been , And most desirous of their prey ; I heard a lusty lover mene : - ' I love but I dare nocht assay ! ' Strong are the pains I daily prove , But yet with patience I ...
... Sweet melling in the schawës sheen ; When all lovers rejoicéd been , And most desirous of their prey ; I heard a lusty lover mene : - ' I love but I dare nocht assay ! ' Strong are the pains I daily prove , But yet with patience 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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