English Lyrics Chaucer to Poe 1340-1809Methuen and Company, 1897 - 412 páginas |
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... pain . It saith : - " Alas ! why twinnèd be we twain ? " › Geoffrey Chaucer . 3 MERCILESS BEAUTY I. Captivity YOUR eyën two will slay me suddenly : I may the beauty of hem not sustene , So woundeth it through - out my hertë kene . And ...
... pain . It saith : - " Alas ! why twinnèd be we twain ? " › Geoffrey Chaucer . 3 MERCILESS BEAUTY I. Captivity YOUR eyën two will slay me suddenly : I may the beauty of hem not sustene , So woundeth it through - out my hertë kene . And ...
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... pain ! So hath your beauty from your herte chased Pity , that me ne availeth not to plain ; For Daunger halt your mercy in his chain . III . Escape Since I from Love escaped am so fat , I never think to ben in his prison lean ; Since I ...
... pain ! So hath your beauty from your herte chased Pity , that me ne availeth not to plain ; For Daunger halt your mercy in his chain . III . Escape Since I from Love escaped am so fat , I never think to ben in his prison lean ; Since I ...
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... to behold and see , That in words plain I cannot me refrain To look on her again : Alas ! what should I feign ? It were a pleasant pain With her ay to remain . Her eyen gray and stepe Causeth mine heart to lepe SKELTON 9.
... to behold and see , That in words plain I cannot me refrain To look on her again : Alas ! what should I feign ? It were a pleasant pain With her ay to remain . Her eyen gray and stepe Causeth mine heart to lepe SKELTON 9.
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... Vengeance shall fall on thy disdain , That mak'st but game of earnest pain . Trow not alone under the sun Unquit to cause thy lover's plain , Although my lute and I have done . Now cease , my lute , this is the last WYATT 15 9 ...
... Vengeance shall fall on thy disdain , That mak'st but game of earnest pain . Trow not alone under the sun Unquit to cause thy lover's plain , Although my lute and I have done . Now cease , my lute , this is the last WYATT 15 9 ...
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... pain : - ' She could not make the like again . ' Sith Nature thus gave her the praise , To be the chiefest work she wrought ; In faith , methink ! some better ways On your behalf might well be sought Than to compare , as ye have done ...
... pain : - ' She could not make the like again . ' Sith Nature thus gave her the praise , To be the chiefest work she wrought ; In faith , methink ! some better ways On your behalf might well be sought Than to compare , as ye have done ...
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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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