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in ' There was never a babe intill my room , As little designs to be ; It was but a touch o'my sair side , Come o'er my fair bodie . ' ' O , Marie , put on your robes o ' black , Or else your robes o ' brown , For ye maun gang wi ' me ...
Such were the sounds , that o'er the crested pride Of the first Edward scattered wild dismay , As down the steep of Snowdon's shaggy side He wound with toilsome march his long array . Stout Gloucester stood aghast in speechless trance ...
Lo ! where the heath , with withering brake grown o'er , , Lends the light turf that warms the neighbouring poor ; From thence a length of burning sand appears , Where the thin harvest waves its withered ears ; Rank weeds , that every ...
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A wonderful collection of English poems through the ages. However, the five star rating is given mainly for its influence on myself as it introduced me to English verse and the great poets. Teljes értékelés elolvasása
Mine own John Poyntz since ye delight to know
Alas so all things now do hold their peace
Edmund Spenser ?155299
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