The New Golden Treasury of English VerseEdward Leeson Macmillan, 1980 - 506 páginas |
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... look upon this verse , When I perhaps compounded am with clay , Do not so much as my poor name rehearse ; But let your love even with my life decay . Lest the wise world should look into your moan , And mock you with me after I am gone ...
... look upon this verse , When I perhaps compounded am with clay , Do not so much as my poor name rehearse ; But let your love even with my life decay . Lest the wise world should look into your moan , And mock you with me after I am gone ...
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... look like rosebuds filled with snow . Yet them nor peer nor prince can buy , Till ' Cherry - ripe ' themselves do cry . Her eyes like angels watch them still ; Her brows like bended bows do stand , Threatening with piercing frowns to ...
... look like rosebuds filled with snow . Yet them nor peer nor prince can buy , Till ' Cherry - ripe ' themselves do cry . Her eyes like angels watch them still ; Her brows like bended bows do stand , Threatening with piercing frowns to ...
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... look on Marathon , And Marathon looks on the sea . And musing there an hour alone , I dreamed that Greece might still be free , For standing on the Persians ' grave , I could not deem myself a slave . A king sate on the rocky brow Which ...
... look on Marathon , And Marathon looks on the sea . And musing there an hour alone , I dreamed that Greece might still be free , For standing on the Persians ' grave , I could not deem myself a slave . A king sate on the rocky brow Which ...
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From Troilus and Criseyde | 10 |
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