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169. oldal
Your sacred plants , if here below , Only among the plants will grow : Society is all but rude To this delicious solitude . 10 15 20 25 No white nor red was ever seen So amorous as this lovely green . Fond lovers , cruel as their flame ...
Your sacred plants , if here below , Only among the plants will grow : Society is all but rude To this delicious solitude . 10 15 20 25 No white nor red was ever seen So amorous as this lovely green . Fond lovers , cruel as their flame ...
261. oldal
( 1786 ) 75 80 85 Green Grow the Rashes Green grow the rashes , O , Green grow the rashes , O ; The sweetest hours that e'er I spend , Are spent amang the lasses , O ! 5 1 IO There's nought but care on ev'ry han ROBERT BURNS [ 261 ] ...
( 1786 ) 75 80 85 Green Grow the Rashes Green grow the rashes , O , Green grow the rashes , O ; The sweetest hours that e'er I spend , Are spent amang the lasses , O ! 5 1 IO There's nought but care on ev'ry han ROBERT BURNS [ 261 ] ...
375. oldal
And yet we trust it comes from thee , A beam in darkness : let it grow . Let knowledge grow from more to more , 25 But more of reverence in us dwell ; That mind and soul , according well , May make one music as before , But vaster .
And yet we trust it comes from thee , A beam in darkness : let it grow . Let knowledge grow from more to more , 25 But more of reverence in us dwell ; That mind and soul , according well , May make one music as before , But vaster .
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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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