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Page 111
... thou art old there's grief enough for thee . Mother's wag , pretty boy , Father's sorrow , father's joy . When thy father first did see Such a boy by him and me , He was glad , I was woe : Fortune changèd made him so , When he left his ...
... thou art old there's grief enough for thee . Mother's wag , pretty boy , Father's sorrow , father's joy . When thy father first did see Such a boy by him and me , He was glad , I was woe : Fortune changèd made him so , When he left his ...
Page 179
... thou art not so , For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow Die not , poor Death , nor yet canst thou kill me . From rest and sleep , which but thy picture be , Much pleasure , then from thee much more must flow ; And soonest our ...
... thou art not so , For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow Die not , poor Death , nor yet canst thou kill me . From rest and sleep , which but thy picture be , Much pleasure , then from thee much more must flow ; And soonest our ...
Page 371
... thy nectar - cup . Thou art a wanderer , Beauty ! like the rays That now upon the platan , now upon The sleepy lake , glance quick or idly gaze , And now are manifold and now are none . I have called , panting , after thee , and thou Hast ...
... thy nectar - cup . Thou art a wanderer , Beauty ! like the rays That now upon the platan , now upon The sleepy lake , glance quick or idly gaze , And now are manifold and now are none . I have called , panting , after thee , and thou Hast ...
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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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