The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250-1918Arthur Quiller-Couch, Sir Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch At the Clarendon Press, 1939 - 1171 sidor |
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... hast got Of simple hearts thorough Love's shot , By whom , unkind , thou hast them won ; Think not he hath his bow forgot , Although my lute and I have done . Vengeance shall fall on thy disdain , That makest but game on earnest pain ...
... hast got Of simple hearts thorough Love's shot , By whom , unkind , thou hast them won ; Think not he hath his bow forgot , Although my lute and I have done . Vengeance shall fall on thy disdain , That makest but game on earnest pain ...
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... hast no need of us , Or pipe or wire ; Thou hast the golden bee Ripen'd with fire ; And many thousand more Songsters , that thee adore , Filling earth's grassy floor With new desire . Thou hast thy mighty herds , Tame and free - livers ...
... hast no need of us , Or pipe or wire ; Thou hast the golden bee Ripen'd with fire ; And many thousand more Songsters , that thee adore , Filling earth's grassy floor With new desire . Thou hast thy mighty herds , Tame and free - livers ...
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... Hast thou found place at the great knees and feet Of some pale Titan - woman like a lover , Such as thy vision her ... Hast thou found any likeness for thy vision ? O gardener of strange flowers , what bud , what bloom , Hast thou found ...
... Hast thou found place at the great knees and feet Of some pale Titan - woman like a lover , Such as thy vision her ... Hast thou found any likeness for thy vision ? O gardener of strange flowers , what bud , what bloom , Hast thou found ...
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The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250-1918 Arthur Quiller-Couch,Sir Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch Ingen förhandsgranskning - 1966 |
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