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134. oldal
I know my state , both full of shame and scorn , Conceived in sin , and unto labor born , Standing with fear , and must with horror fall , And destined unto judgment , after all . I feel my grief too , and there scarce is ground Upon my ...
I know my state , both full of shame and scorn , Conceived in sin , and unto labor born , Standing with fear , and must with horror fall , And destined unto judgment , after all . I feel my grief too , and there scarce is ground Upon my ...
187. oldal
Yet he for whom I grieve shall never know it , 5 My tongue does not betray , nor my eyes show it : Not a sigh nor a tear my pain discloses , But they fall silently like dew on roses . Thus to prevent my love from being cruel ...
Yet he for whom I grieve shall never know it , 5 My tongue does not betray , nor my eyes show it : Not a sigh nor a tear my pain discloses , But they fall silently like dew on roses . Thus to prevent my love from being cruel ...
515. oldal
The leaves will whisper there of her , and some , Like flying words , will strike you as they fall ; But go , and if , you listen she will call . Go to the western gate , Luke HavergalLuke Havergal . No , there is not a dawn in eastern ...
The leaves will whisper there of her , and some , Like flying words , will strike you as they fall ; But go , and if , you listen she will call . Go to the western gate , Luke HavergalLuke Havergal . No , there is not a dawn in eastern ...
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In al his lyf unto no maner wight | 38 |
Of fustian 42 he wered a gypon | 45 |
JOHN SKELTON | 51 |
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beauty birds blood body born breath child cloud cold dark dead death delight doth dream dust earth eternal eyes face fair fall fear fire flowers give gone grace grave green grow hand hath head hear heart heaven hill hold hour land leaves light live look Lord mind morning mother move nature never night once pain pass play pleasure poor rain rest rise rose round seen sense shine sing sleep smile song soon soul sound spirit spring stand stars strong sweet tears Tell thee things thou thought tree turn unto voice walk weep wind wings young youth