Seven Centuries of Verse, English & American, from the Early English Lyrics to the Present Day, Volym 1Arthur James Marshall Smith Scribner, 1967 - 818 sidor |
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... heart , and I fain wad lie down . " " What d ' ye leave to your sister , Lord Randal , my son ? What d ' ye leave to your sister , my handsome young man ? " 30 " My gold and my silver ; mother , mak my bed soon , For I'm sick at the heart ...
... heart , and I fain wad lie down . " " What d ' ye leave to your sister , Lord Randal , my son ? What d ' ye leave to your sister , my handsome young man ? " 30 " My gold and my silver ; mother , mak my bed soon , For I'm sick at the heart ...
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... heart , and I have his . His heart in me keeps him and me in one , My heart in him his thoughts and senses guides : He loves my heart , for once it was his own , I cherish his because in me it bides : My true - love hath my heart , and ...
... heart , and I have his . His heart in me keeps him and me in one , My heart in him his thoughts and senses guides : He loves my heart , for once it was his own , I cherish his because in me it bides : My true - love hath my heart , and ...
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... heart that the sweep and the hurl of thee trod Hard down with a horror of height : And the midriff astrain with ... heart to the heart of the Host . My heart , but you were dovewinged , I can tell , Carrier - witted , I am bold to boast ...
... heart that the sweep and the hurl of thee trod Hard down with a horror of height : And the midriff astrain with ... heart to the heart of the Host . My heart , but you were dovewinged , I can tell , Carrier - witted , I am bold to boast ...
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GEOFFREY CHAUCER 1340?1400 | 11 |
ENGLISH SCOTTISH POPULAR BALLADS | 53 |
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