English Lyrics Chaucer to Poe 1340-1809Methuen and Company, 1897 - 412 páginas |
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... may take for granted that John- son's capacity for feeling was certainly as great as , if not greater than , Milton's . Yet Johnson's essays in lyrical verse are frigid trifles , ' while Milton's Invocations to Sabrina ( 240 X PREFACE.
... may take for granted that John- son's capacity for feeling was certainly as great as , if not greater than , Milton's . Yet Johnson's essays in lyrical verse are frigid trifles , ' while Milton's Invocations to Sabrina ( 240 X PREFACE.
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... John Skelton , 8 IN PRAISE OF ISABEL PENNELL By Saint Mary , my lady , Your mammy and your daddy Brought forth a goodly baby ! My maiden Isabell , Reflaring rosabell , The flagrant camamell , The ruddy rosary , The sovereign rosemary ...
... John Skelton , 8 IN PRAISE OF ISABEL PENNELL By Saint Mary , my lady , Your mammy and your daddy Brought forth a goodly baby ! My maiden Isabell , Reflaring rosabell , The flagrant camamell , The ruddy rosary , The sovereign rosemary ...
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... John Skelton . 9 TO HIS LUTE My lute , awake , perform the last Labour that thou and I shall waste , And end that I have now begun , And , when this song is sung and past , My lute , be still , for I have done ! As to be heard where ear ...
... John Skelton . 9 TO HIS LUTE My lute , awake , perform the last Labour that thou and I shall waste , And end that I have now begun , And , when this song is sung and past , My lute , be still , for I have done ! As to be heard where ear ...
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... John Lyly . 90 ROSALIND'S SONG LOVE in my bosom like a bee Doth suck his sweet : Now with his wings he plays with me , Now with his feet . Within mine eyes he makes his nest , His bed amidst my tender breast ; My kisses are his daily ...
... John Lyly . 90 ROSALIND'S SONG LOVE in my bosom like a bee Doth suck his sweet : Now with his wings he plays with me , Now with his feet . Within mine eyes he makes his nest , His bed amidst my tender breast ; My kisses are his daily ...
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... ; Yet she Will be False , ere I come , to two or three ! 164 BREAK OF DAY STAY , O sweet , and do not rise ! John Donne . The light , that shines , comes from thine eyes . The day breaks not : it is my heart , DONNE 153.
... ; Yet she Will be False , ere I come , to two or three ! 164 BREAK OF DAY STAY , O sweet , and do not rise ! John Donne . The light , that shines , comes from thine eyes . The day breaks not : it is my heart , DONNE 153.
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English Lyrics: Chaucer to Poe; 1340 1809 (Classic Reprint) William Ernest Henley Sin vista previa disponible - 2018 |
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