Six Centuries of Great Poetry, Volume 2033Robert Penn Warren, Albert Erskine |
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... true as touch ; Love me little , more than such , For I fear the end : I am with little well content , And a little from thee sent Is enough , with true intent To be steadfast friend . Love me little , love me long , Is the burden of my ...
... true as touch ; Love me little , more than such , For I fear the end : I am with little well content , And a little from thee sent Is enough , with true intent To be steadfast friend . Love me little , love me long , Is the burden of my ...
Page 100
... True Love Hath My Heart My true Love hath my heart , and I have his , By just exchange one for the other given : I hold his dear , and mine he cannot miss ; There never was a better bargain driven . His heart in me keeps me and him in ...
... True Love Hath My Heart My true Love hath my heart , and I have his , By just exchange one for the other given : I hold his dear , and mine he cannot miss ; There never was a better bargain driven . His heart in me keeps me and him in ...
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... true needing . Thus policy in love , to anticipate The ills that were not , grew to faults assured , And brought to medicine a healthful state , Which , rank of goodness , would by ill be cured ; But thence I learn , and find the lesson ...
... true needing . Thus policy in love , to anticipate The ills that were not , grew to faults assured , And brought to medicine a healthful state , Which , rank of goodness , would by ill be cured ; But thence I learn , and find the lesson ...
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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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