The Oxford Book of Seventeenth Century VerseSir Herbert John Clifford Grierson, Geoffrey Bullough Clarendon Press, 1934 - 974 sider |
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Side 37
... round , and never show Lends to the sharp point : not the cleare blew skie Lets ever view it . Not the Sommers eye ; Not fervent Autumnes . None , that Death could end Could ever scale it ; or if up , descend ; Though twenty hands and ...
... round , and never show Lends to the sharp point : not the cleare blew skie Lets ever view it . Not the Sommers eye ; Not fervent Autumnes . None , that Death could end Could ever scale it ; or if up , descend ; Though twenty hands and ...
Side 129
... round about thee bee , And thinke that but for Legacies they thrust ; Give one thy Pride , to'another give thy Lust : Give them those sinnes which they gave thee before , And trust th'immaculate blood to wash thy score . Thinke thy ...
... round about thee bee , And thinke that but for Legacies they thrust ; Give one thy Pride , to'another give thy Lust : Give them those sinnes which they gave thee before , And trust th'immaculate blood to wash thy score . Thinke thy ...
Side 674
... round as a neep come todlen hame . My kimmer and I lay down to sleep , And twa pint - stoups at our bed's feet ; And ay when we waken'd , we drank them dry : What think ye of my wee kimmer and I ? Todlen butt , and todlen ben , Sae round ...
... round as a neep come todlen hame . My kimmer and I lay down to sleep , And twa pint - stoups at our bed's feet ; And ay when we waken'd , we drank them dry : What think ye of my wee kimmer and I ? Todlen butt , and todlen ben , Sae round ...
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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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agen Angels Ayres beauty blest blood breast breath brest bright crowne dayes dead dear death delight didst Divine dost doth drest e'er Earth Ev'n ev'ry eyes face fair Fame fantastick Fate fear fire flame flowers flowre Francis Beaumont Friend give glory grace grief grones hand happy hath head heart Heaven Hesperides Il Pastor Fido King kisse lero light live look Lord lov'd Lovers Lycidas mind mortal Muse Musick ne'er never night numbers Nymph o'er pain peace pleasure Poems Poets Polyolbion Pow'r praise Priam Quire Rose sacred selfe shade shalt shee shew shine sigh sight sing sinne skie sleep Song Sonnet Soul Spirit Spring Starres Sunne sweet tears thee thine things thir thou art thought truth twas twill unto Verse vertue weep Whilst wind wings