The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250-1900Arthur Quiller-Couch Clarendon Press, 1915 - 1083 páginas |
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... breast ; My kisses are his daily feast , And yet he robs me of my rest : Ah ! wanton , will ye ? And if I sleep , then percheth he With pretty flight , And makes his pillow of my knee The livelong night . 96. deceive ] betray . 1556 ...
... breast ; My kisses are his daily feast , And yet he robs me of my rest : Ah ! wanton , will ye ? And if I sleep , then percheth he With pretty flight , And makes his pillow of my knee The livelong night . 96. deceive ] betray . 1556 ...
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... centres of delight , Her breasts are orbs of heavenly frame , Where Nature moulds the dew of light To feed perfection with the same : Heigh ho , would she were mine ! With orient pearl , with ruby red , With marble 140 THOMAS LODGE.
... centres of delight , Her breasts are orbs of heavenly frame , Where Nature moulds the dew of light To feed perfection with the same : Heigh ho , would she were mine ! With orient pearl , with ruby red , With marble 140 THOMAS LODGE.
Página 144
... the night's foul vapour's fled ; When she is set the gladsome day is done . O glorious sun , imagine me the west , Shine in my arms , and set thou in my breast ! 105 . Sephestia's Lullaby WEEP not , my wanton , 144 ROBERT GREENE.
... the night's foul vapour's fled ; When she is set the gladsome day is done . O glorious sun , imagine me the west , Shine in my arms , and set thou in my breast ! 105 . Sephestia's Lullaby WEEP not , my wanton , 144 ROBERT GREENE.
Página 149
... breast he dings , And twenty times he crows . The dove with whistling wings so blue The winds can fast collect ; Her purple pens turn many a hue Against the sun direct . Now noon is went ; gone is midday , The heat doth slake at last ...
... breast he dings , And twenty times he crows . The dove with whistling wings so blue The winds can fast collect ; Her purple pens turn many a hue Against the sun direct . Now noon is went ; gone is midday , The heat doth slake at last ...
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... breast the furnace is ; The fuel , wounding thorns ; Love is the fire , and sighs the smoke , The ashes , shames and scorns ; The fuel Justice layeth on , And Mercy blows the coals , The metal in this furnace wrought Are men's defilèd ...
... breast the furnace is ; The fuel , wounding thorns ; Love is the fire , and sighs the smoke , The ashes , shames and scorns ; The fuel Justice layeth on , And Mercy blows the coals , The metal in this furnace wrought Are men's defilèd ...
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