The English Parnassus: An Anthology Chiefly of Longer PoemsClarendon Press, 1967 - 786 sivua |
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Sivu 49
... thee ones on a tyme misfille Whan Vulcanus had caught thee in his las , And fond thee ligging by his wyf , allas ! For thilke sorwe that was in thyn herte , Have routhe as wel up - on my peynes smerte . I am yong and unkonning , as thou ...
... thee ones on a tyme misfille Whan Vulcanus had caught thee in his las , And fond thee ligging by his wyf , allas ! For thilke sorwe that was in thyn herte , Have routhe as wel up - on my peynes smerte . I am yong and unkonning , as thou ...
Sivu 116
... thee to Church before , So this , to the Triumphant Church , calls thee . Thinke Satans Sergeants round about thee bee , And thinke that but for Legacies they thrust ; Give one thy Pride , to'another give thy Lust : Give them those ...
... thee to Church before , So this , to the Triumphant Church , calls thee . Thinke Satans Sergeants round about thee bee , And thinke that but for Legacies they thrust ; Give one thy Pride , to'another give thy Lust : Give them those ...
Sivu 388
... thee not , I hear thee not , but none Can be so wrapt in thee ; thou art the friend To whom the shadows of far years extend : Albeit my brow thou never shouldst behold , My voice shall with thy future visions blend , And reach into thy ...
... thee not , I hear thee not , but none Can be so wrapt in thee ; thou art the friend To whom the shadows of far years extend : Albeit my brow thou never shouldst behold , My voice shall with thy future visions blend , And reach into thy ...
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