Palgrave's The Golden TreasuryWalter Barnes Row, Peterson, 1915 - 592 páginas |
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... delight each May - morning : If these delights thy mind may move , Then live with me and be my Love . Christopher Marlowe 8 OMNIA VINCIT Fain would I change that note To CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE 19.
... delight each May - morning : If these delights thy mind may move , Then live with me and be my Love . Christopher Marlowe 8 OMNIA VINCIT Fain would I change that note To CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE 19.
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... delight , " I have no other choice Either for pen or voice To sing or write . O Love ! they wrong thee much That say thy sweet is bitter , When thy rich fruit is such As nothing can be sweeter . Fair house of joy and bliss , Where ...
... delight , " I have no other choice Either for pen or voice To sing or write . O Love ! they wrong thee much That say thy sweet is bitter , When thy rich fruit is such As nothing can be sweeter . Fair house of joy and bliss , Where ...
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... delighted Should strive to be united , Each other's arms with arms enchaining , - Hearts with a thought , Rosy lips with a kiss still entertaining . What harvest half so sweet is As still to reap the kisses Grown ripe in sowing ? And ...
... delighted Should strive to be united , Each other's arms with arms enchaining , - Hearts with a thought , Rosy lips with a kiss still entertaining . What harvest half so sweet is As still to reap the kisses Grown ripe in sowing ? And ...
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... delightful thing ; Silence , beyond all speech , a wisdom rare : She made her sighs to sing , And all things with so sweet a sadness move As made my heart at once both grieve and love . O fairer than aught else The world can show ...
... delightful thing ; Silence , beyond all speech , a wisdom rare : She made her sighs to sing , And all things with so sweet a sadness move As made my heart at once both grieve and love . O fairer than aught else The world can show ...
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... for all thy red and white , For all those rosy ornaments in thee , - Thou art not sweet , though made of mere delight , Nor fair , nor sweet - unless thou pity me ! 56 I will not soothe thy fancies ; thou shalt 48 THE GOLDEN TREASURY.
... for all thy red and white , For all those rosy ornaments in thee , - Thou art not sweet , though made of mere delight , Nor fair , nor sweet - unless thou pity me ! 56 I will not soothe thy fancies ; thou shalt 48 THE GOLDEN TREASURY.
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