English Masterpieces: From the beginnings through the XVIII century |
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306. oldal
Content to live , this is my stayI seek no more than may suffice ; I press to bear no haughty sway ; Look , what I lack my mind supplies : Lo ! thus I triumph like a king , Content with that my mind doth bring .
Content to live , this is my stayI seek no more than may suffice ; I press to bear no haughty sway ; Look , what I lack my mind supplies : Lo ! thus I triumph like a king , Content with that my mind doth bring .
431. oldal
TO ANTHEA , WHO MAY COMMAND HIM ANYTHING Bid me to live , and I will live Thy protestant to be : Or bid me love , and I will give A loving heart to thee . A heart as soft , a heart as kind , A heart as sound and free As in the whole ...
TO ANTHEA , WHO MAY COMMAND HIM ANYTHING Bid me to live , and I will live Thy protestant to be : Or bid me love , and I will give A loving heart to thee . A heart as soft , a heart as kind , A heart as sound and free As in the whole ...
472. oldal
Haste thee , Nymph , and bring with thee Jest and youthful Jollity , Quips and cranks and wanton wiles , Nods and becks and wreathèd smiles , Such as hang on Hebe's cheek , And love to live in dimple sleek ; Sport that wrinkled Care ...
Haste thee , Nymph , and bring with thee Jest and youthful Jollity , Quips and cranks and wanton wiles , Nods and becks and wreathèd smiles , Such as hang on Hebe's cheek , And love to live in dimple sleek ; Sport that wrinkled Care ...
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2nd Shep 3rd Shep anon Arthur Beowulf blood blow body bring brought called century child coude dead dear death doth earth English eyes fair fall fear gave give gold green greet ground hall hand hast hath head hear heart hero hold holy Italy John king knight lady land leave light live look lord never noble plays pray Queen quod quoth rest rich ring Robin Hood seen seyde shal Shepherd sing Sir Gawain Sir Mordred slain sleep song soon sweet swich sword tale tell telle thee ther thing thou thought told took tree true turned unto whan wife wolde woods young