Six Centuries of Great Poetry, Volume 2033Robert Penn Warren, Albert Erskine |
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Page 110
... eyes to keep you in , I'll make you fast it for your sin , I'll count your power not worth a pin . Alas ! what hereby shall I win If he gainsay me ? What if I beat the wanton boy With many a rod ? He will repay me with annoy , Because a ...
... eyes to keep you in , I'll make you fast it for your sin , I'll count your power not worth a pin . Alas ! what hereby shall I win If he gainsay me ? What if I beat the wanton boy With many a rod ? He will repay me with annoy , Because a ...
Page 138
... eye , of brow , I see their antique pen would have expressed Even such a beauty as you master now . So all their praises ... eyes to wonder , but lack tongues to praise . Sonnet 107 Not mine own fears , nor the prophetic soul Of the wide ...
... eye , of brow , I see their antique pen would have expressed Even such a beauty as you master now . So all their praises ... eyes to wonder , but lack tongues to praise . Sonnet 107 Not mine own fears , nor the prophetic soul Of the wide ...
Page 329
... eyes surveyed . She Was a Phantom of Delight She was a phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight ; A lovely apparition , sent To be a moment's ornament ; Her eyes as stars of twilight fair ; Like twilight's WILLIAM ...
... eyes surveyed . She Was a Phantom of Delight She was a phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight ; A lovely apparition , sent To be a moment's ornament ; Her eyes as stars of twilight fair ; Like twilight's WILLIAM ...
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Six Centuries of Great Poetry: A Stunning Collection of Classic British ... Robert Penn Warren,Albert Erskine No preview available - 1992 |
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