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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... keep thy flock with me ! Cor . Phyllida , my true love , is it she ? I come then , I come then , I come and keep my flock with thee . Phyl . Here are cherries ripe for my Corydon ; Eat them for my sake . Cor . Here's my oaten pipe , my ...
... keep thy flock with me ! Cor . Phyllida , my true love , is it she ? I come then , I come then , I come and keep my flock with thee . Phyl . Here are cherries ripe for my Corydon ; Eat them for my sake . Cor . Here's my oaten pipe , my ...
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... keep the wolf far thence , that's foe to men , For with his nails he'll dig them up again . 226 The Shrouding of the ... keeping ? Sin their conception , their birth weeping , Their life a general mist of error , Their death a hideous ...
... keep the wolf far thence , that's foe to men , For with his nails he'll dig them up again . 226 The Shrouding of the ... keeping ? Sin their conception , their birth weeping , Their life a general mist of error , Their death a hideous ...
Sida 291
... keep As lull'd asleep ; Or for a little time we'll lie As robes laid by ; To be another day re - worn , Turn'd , but not torn : Or like old testaments engross'd , Lock'd up , not lost . And for a while lie here conceal'd , To be reveal ...
... keep As lull'd asleep ; Or for a little time we'll lie As robes laid by ; To be another day re - worn , Turn'd , but not torn : Or like old testaments engross'd , Lock'd up , not lost . And for a while lie here conceal'd , To be reveal ...
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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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