An Oxford Anthology of English PoetryHoward Foster Lowry, Willard Thorp Oxford University Press, 1937 - 1232 páginas |
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... thou wouldst not love me . Greensleeves was all my joy , & c . Thy purse and eke thy gay gilt knives , Thy pincase gallant to the eye , No better wore the burgess ' wives , And yet thou wouldst not love me . Greensleeves was all my joy ...
... thou wouldst not love me . Greensleeves was all my joy , & c . Thy purse and eke thy gay gilt knives , Thy pincase gallant to the eye , No better wore the burgess ' wives , And yet thou wouldst not love me . Greensleeves was all my joy ...
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... thou wakd'st me wisely ; yet My dreame thou brok'st not , but con- tinued'st it , Thou art so truth , that thoughts of thee suffice To make dreames truths ; and fables his- tories ; Enter these armes , for since thou thoughtst it best ...
... thou wakd'st me wisely ; yet My dreame thou brok'st not , but con- tinued'st it , Thou art so truth , that thoughts of thee suffice To make dreames truths ; and fables his- tories ; Enter these armes , for since thou thoughtst it best ...
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... Thou wert left alone , Every existence would exist in Thee . There is not room for Death , Nor atom that his might could render void : - Thou THOU art Being and Breath , And what THOU art may never be de- stroyed . Tell me , tell me ...
... Thou wert left alone , Every existence would exist in Thee . There is not room for Death , Nor atom that his might could render void : - Thou THOU art Being and Breath , And what THOU art may never be de- stroyed . Tell me , tell me ...
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