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Page 141
... turn'd to Kay the sene- schal , ' Take thou my churl , and tend him curiously 90 Like a king's heir , till all his hurts be whole . The heathen - but that ever - climbing wave , Hurl'd back again so often in empty foam , Hath lain for ...
... turn'd to Kay the sene- schal , ' Take thou my churl , and tend him curiously 90 Like a king's heir , till all his hurts be whole . The heathen - but that ever - climbing wave , Hurl'd back again so often in empty foam , Hath lain for ...
Page 247
... turn double , and the leaves turn flowers ; That young and tender crescent - moon , thy slave , Sleeping above her robe as buoyed by clouds , Refines upon the women of my youth . What , and the soul alone deteriorates ? I have not ...
... turn double , and the leaves turn flowers ; That young and tender crescent - moon , thy slave , Sleeping above her robe as buoyed by clouds , Refines upon the women of my youth . What , and the soul alone deteriorates ? I have not ...
Page 356
... turning , - Their wind comes in our faces , - Till our hearts turn , -our heads with pulses burning , And the walls turn in their places : 80 Turns the sky in the high window , blank and reeling Turns the long light that drops adown the ...
... turning , - Their wind comes in our faces , - Till our hearts turn , -our heads with pulses burning , And the walls turn in their places : 80 Turns the sky in the high window , blank and reeling Turns the long light that drops adown the ...
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