The New Golden Treasury of English VerseEdward Leeson Macmillan, 1980 - 506 sider |
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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 done , Home art gone , and ta'en thy wages . Golden lads and girls all must , As chimney - sweepers , come to dust . Fear no more the frown o ' the great , Thou art past the tyrant's stroke ; Care no more to clothe and eat , To ...
... hast done , Home art gone , and ta'en thy wages . Golden lads and girls all must , As chimney - sweepers , come to dust . Fear no more the frown o ' the great , Thou art past the tyrant's stroke ; Care no more to clothe and eat , To ...
Side 104
... hast no lantern , whereof tales are told ; Or stair , or courts ; but stand'st an ancient pile , And , these grudged at , art reverenced the while . Thou joy'st in better marks , of soil , of air , Of wood , of water : therein thou art ...
... hast no lantern , whereof tales are told ; Or stair , or courts ; but stand'st an ancient pile , And , these grudged at , art reverenced the while . Thou joy'st in better marks , of soil , of air , Of wood , of water : therein thou art ...
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