The Oxford Book of Seventeenth Century VerseSir Herbert John Clifford Grierson, Geoffrey Bullough Clarendon Press, 1934 - 974 sider |
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Side 300
... Dead when I am , first cast in salt , and bring Part of the creame from that Religious Spring ; With which ( Perilla ) ... dead for grief , and end my woes withall : So three in one small plat of ground shall ly , Anthea , Herrick , and ...
... Dead when I am , first cast in salt , and bring Part of the creame from that Religious Spring ; With which ( Perilla ) ... dead for grief , and end my woes withall : So three in one small plat of ground shall ly , Anthea , Herrick , and ...
Side 381
... dead To leade them unto life and rest . Thus are true Aarons drest . Profanenesse in my head , Defects and darknesse in my breast , A noise of passions ringing me for dead Unto a place where is no rest . Poore priest thus am I drest ...
... dead To leade them unto life and rest . Thus are true Aarons drest . Profanenesse in my head , Defects and darknesse in my breast , A noise of passions ringing me for dead Unto a place where is no rest . Poore priest thus am I drest ...
Side 407
... dead . And than , besides his valiant Acts , At Bridals he wan many Placks , He bobbed ay behind Fo'ks Backs , and shook his Head . Now we want many merry Cracks , sen Habbie's dead . He was Convoyer of the Bride With Kittock hinging at ...
... dead . And than , besides his valiant Acts , At Bridals he wan many Placks , He bobbed ay behind Fo'ks Backs , and shook his Head . Now we want many merry Cracks , sen Habbie's dead . He was Convoyer of the Bride With Kittock hinging at ...
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The Oxford Book of Seventeenth Century Verse Sir Herbert John Clifford Grierson,Geoffrey Bullough Ingen forhåndsvisning - 1934 |
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