English Lyrics Chaucer to Poe 1340-1809 |
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... art night , Well oughtest thou to fall , and I to die , Since she is went that wont was us to gye ! O palace ... hast been of lisse ! Yet , since I may no bet , fain would I kiss Thy coldë dorës , durst I for this route- And farewell ...
... art night , Well oughtest thou to fall , and I to die , Since she is went that wont was us to gye ! O palace ... hast been of lisse ! Yet , since I may no bet , fain would I kiss Thy coldë dorës , durst I for this route- And farewell ...
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... thy bemës bright an hour , My ship and me Carybdis will devour . ' IV This song when he thus songen haddë , sone He ... thou art hornéd new , I shall be glad , if all the world be true ! ' I saw thine hornës old eke by the morrow , When ...
... thy bemës bright an hour , My ship and me Carybdis will devour . ' IV This song when he thus songen haddë , sone He ... thou art hornéd new , I shall be glad , if all the world be true ! ' I saw thine hornës old eke by the morrow , When ...
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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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... thy lady's heart as heritage , In blanch - farm for ane sallat every May : So needs thou not now sussy , sytt , nor sorrow , Sen thou art sure of solace even and morrow . Thou , Cupeid , rewarded me with this , I am thy own true liege ...
... thy lady's heart as heritage , In blanch - farm for ane sallat every May : So needs thou not now sussy , sytt , nor sorrow , Sen thou art sure of solace even and morrow . Thou , Cupeid , rewarded me with this , I am thy own true liege ...
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... thy God ? When I remember these things , I pour out my soul in me : For I had gone with the multitude , I went with them to the house of God , With the voice of joy and praise , with ... art thou cast down , O my soul ? 32 THE ENGLISH BIBLE.
... thy God ? When I remember these things , I pour out my soul in me : For I had gone with the multitude , I went with them to the house of God , With the voice of joy and praise , with ... art thou cast down , O my soul ? 32 THE ENGLISH BIBLE.
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