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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... Unto us done : hir vengeable duresse Dispoiled hath this londe of the swetnesse Of rethoryk ; for unto Tullius Was never man so like amonges us . Also who was hier in philosophie To Aristotle in our tonge but thou ? The steppes of ...
... Unto us done : hir vengeable duresse Dispoiled hath this londe of the swetnesse Of rethoryk ; for unto Tullius Was never man so like amonges us . Also who was hier in philosophie To Aristotle in our tonge but thou ? The steppes of ...
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... unto the grave , Worms feed on Hector brave ; Swords may not fight with fate ; Earth still holds ope her gate ; Come , come ! the bells do cry ; I am sick , I must die- Lord , have mercy on us ! Wit with his wantonness Tasteth death's ...
... unto the grave , Worms feed on Hector brave ; Swords may not fight with fate ; Earth still holds ope her gate ; Come , come ! the bells do cry ; I am sick , I must die- Lord , have mercy on us ! Wit with his wantonness Tasteth death's ...
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... Unto the land which no one knows ? Though myriads go with him who goes , Alone he goes where no wind blows , Unto the land which no one knows . For all must go where no wind blows , And none can go for him who goes ; None , none return ...
... Unto the land which no one knows ? Though myriads go with him who goes , Alone he goes where no wind blows , Unto the land which no one knows . For all must go where no wind blows , And none can go for him who goes ; None , none return ...
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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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