The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250-1900Arthur Quiller-Couch Clarendon Press, 1915 - 1083 páginas |
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... weep , then bide I ne may : Mine arms ben spread to clip her me to . Cry once , I come : now , soul , assay Quia amore langueo . Fair love , let us go play : Apples ben ripe in my gardayne . bait ] resting - place . weet ] wet . in fere ...
... weep , then bide I ne may : Mine arms ben spread to clip her me to . Cry once , I come : now , soul , assay Quia amore langueo . Fair love , let us go play : Apples ben ripe in my gardayne . bait ] resting - place . weet ] wet . in fere ...
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... weep . With my pap I shall her keep ; Ne marvel ye not though I tend her to : This wound in my side had ne'er be so deep But Quia amore langueo . crippe ] scrip . mene ] care for . 25 . He . Long thou for love never so 38 ANONYMOUS.
... weep . With my pap I shall her keep ; Ne marvel ye not though I tend her to : This wound in my side had ne'er be so deep But Quia amore langueo . crippe ] scrip . mene ] care for . 25 . He . Long thou for love never so 38 ANONYMOUS.
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... weep . Wouldst thou be quiet I'se be glad , Thy mourning makes my sorrow sad : Balow my boy , thy mother's joy , Thy father breeds me great annoy- Balow , la - low ! When he began to court my love , And with his sugred words me move ...
... weep . Wouldst thou be quiet I'se be glad , Thy mourning makes my sorrow sad : Balow my boy , thy mother's joy , Thy father breeds me great annoy- Balow , la - low ! When he began to court my love , And with his sugred words me move ...
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... weeping , While she lies sleeping Softly , now softly lies Sleeping . My Lady's Tears John Dowland's Third and Last Book of Songs or Airs , 1603 SAW my Lady weep , And Sorrow proud to be advanced so In those fair eyes where all ...
... weeping , While she lies sleeping Softly , now softly lies Sleeping . My Lady's Tears John Dowland's Third and Last Book of Songs or Airs , 1603 SAW my Lady weep , And Sorrow proud to be advanced so In those fair eyes where all ...
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... weep ? why dost thou wail ? And know'st not yet what thou dost ail . Come , little wretch - ah , silly heart ! Mine only joy , what can I more If there be any wrong thy smart , That may the destinies implore : ? ' Twas I , I say ...
... weep ? why dost thou wail ? And know'st not yet what thou dost ail . Come , little wretch - ah , silly heart ! Mine only joy , what can I more If there be any wrong thy smart , That may the destinies implore : ? ' Twas I , I say ...
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