The New Golden Treasury of English VerseEdward Leeson Macmillan, 1980 - 506 sider |
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... past remedy , Whereby my lute and I have done . Proud of the spoil that thou 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 ...
... past remedy , Whereby my lute and I have done . Proud of the spoil that thou 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 ...
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... past : a diff'rent scene ; No further mention of the Dean ; Who now , alas , no more is missed Than if he never did exist . Where's now this fav'rite of Apollo ? Departed ; and his works must follow : Must undergo the common fate ; His ...
... past : a diff'rent scene ; No further mention of the Dean ; Who now , alas , no more is missed Than if he never did exist . Where's now this fav'rite of Apollo ? Departed ; and his works must follow : Must undergo the common fate ; His ...
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... past , a cooling tower , - And someone running up to bowl – and none Thought of the others they would never meet Or how their lives would all contain this hour . I thought of London spread out in the sun , Its postal districts packed ...
... past , a cooling tower , - And someone running up to bowl – and none Thought of the others they would never meet Or how their lives would all contain this hour . I thought of London spread out in the sun , Its postal districts packed ...
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