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Long staid he so ; The thin and wholesome blood : so did it mine ; At last a little
shaking of mine arm , And a most instant tetter bark ' d about , And thrice his head
thus waving up and down , Most lazar - like , with vile and loathsome crust , He ...
Long staid he so ; The thin and wholesome blood : so did it mine ; At last a little
shaking of mine arm , And a most instant tetter bark ' d about , And thrice his head
thus waving up and down , Most lazar - like , with vile and loathsome crust , He ...
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Thou art a guard too wanton for the head , I speak of peace , while covert enmity ,
Which princes , flesh ' d with ... To feed contention in a ling ' ring act ; That the
blunt monster with uncounted heads , But let one spirit of the first - born Cain The
...
Thou art a guard too wanton for the head , I speak of peace , while covert enmity ,
Which princes , flesh ' d with ... To feed contention in a ling ' ring act ; That the
blunt monster with uncounted heads , But let one spirit of the first - born Cain The
...
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Let him cry - praise and glory on his head ! Why , so didst thou ; or are they spare
in diet ; For forth he goes , and visits all his host ; Free from gross passion , or of
mirth , or avger ; Bids them good morrow , with a modest smile ; Constant in spirit
...
Let him cry - praise and glory on his head ! Why , so didst thou ; or are they spare
in diet ; For forth he goes , and visits all his host ; Free from gross passion , or of
mirth , or avger ; Bids them good morrow , with a modest smile ; Constant in spirit
...
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Beauteous flowers meet her eyes , CHORUS Forming pillows for her head ; Past
is the fear of future doubt , Zephyrs waft their odours round , The sun is from the
dial gone , And indulging whispers sound . The sands are sunk , the glass is out ...
Beauteous flowers meet her eyes , CHORUS Forming pillows for her head ; Past
is the fear of future doubt , Zephyrs waft their odours round , The sun is from the
dial gone , And indulging whispers sound . The sands are sunk , the glass is out ...
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And lay an apple upon hys head , The yemen thanketh them courteously : And go
syxe score hym fro , To some bishop wyl we wend , And I my selfe with a broad
arów Of all the synnes that we have done , Shall cleave the apple in two .
And lay an apple upon hys head , The yemen thanketh them courteously : And go
syxe score hym fro , To some bishop wyl we wend , And I my selfe with a broad
arów Of all the synnes that we have done , Shall cleave the apple in two .
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appear arms bear beauty better blood breast breath bring charms comes cried dead dear death doth earth ev'ry eyes face fair fall fame fate father fear feel fire fool gentle give gods gold grace grief hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart Heaven hold honor hope hour keep kind king Lady leave light live look lord lost mean meet mind nature ne'er never night o'er once pain passion peace play poor pride rest rise round scene seen side sleep smile soft Song soon sorrow soul sound speak spirit stand sure sweet tears tell thee thing thou thought thousand tongue true truth turn virtue wind wish young youth
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| Наслов | Elegant extracts in poetry, Том 2 Elegant extracts in poetry, Elegant extracts |
| Аутор | Elegant extracts |
| Уредник | Vicesimus Knox |
| Издао/ла | 1816 |
| Оригинал из | Универзитет Оксфорд |
| Дигитализовано | 11 апр 2006 |
| Извоз навода | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |