The New Golden Treasury of English VerseEdward Leeson Macmillan, 1980 - 506 strán (strany) |
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Strana 63
... plays if so I sing ; He lends me every lovely thing ; Yet cruel he my heart doth sting . Whist , wanton , still ye ! Else I with roses every day Will whip you hence ; And bind you , when you long to play , For your offence . I'll shut ...
... plays if so I sing ; He lends me every lovely thing ; Yet cruel he my heart doth sting . Whist , wanton , still ye ! Else I with roses every day Will whip you hence ; And bind you , when you long to play , For your offence . I'll shut ...
Strana 193
... play and dwindled to a farce ? When did his Muse from Fletcher scenes purloin As thou whole Eth'rege dost transfuse to thine ? But so transfused as oil on waters flow , His always floats above , thine sinks below . This is thy province ...
... play and dwindled to a farce ? When did his Muse from Fletcher scenes purloin As thou whole Eth'rege dost transfuse to thine ? But so transfused as oil on waters flow , His always floats above , thine sinks below . This is thy province ...
Strana 279
... play , and let us away Till the morning appears in the skies . ' ' No , no , let us play , for it is yet day And we cannot go to sleep ; Besides , in the sky the little birds fly And the hills are all covered with sheep . ' ' Well ...
... play , and let us away Till the morning appears in the skies . ' ' No , no , let us play , for it is yet day And we cannot go to sleep ; Besides , in the sky the little birds fly And the hills are all covered with sheep . ' ' Well ...
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