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114. oldal
Cannot a chance of a night or an hour Cross thy desires with as many sad tormentings ? Fortune , honor , beauty , youth Are but blossoms dying ; Wanton pleasure , doting love Are but shadows flying .
Cannot a chance of a night or an hour Cross thy desires with as many sad tormentings ? Fortune , honor , beauty , youth Are but blossoms dying ; Wanton pleasure , doting love Are but shadows flying .
347. oldal
Alone , in that dark sorrow , hour after hour crept by ; Star after star looked palely in and sank adown the sky ; No sound amid night's stillness , save that which seemed to be The dull and heavy beating of the pulses of the sea ...
Alone , in that dark sorrow , hour after hour crept by ; Star after star looked palely in and sank adown the sky ; No sound amid night's stillness , save that which seemed to be The dull and heavy beating of the pulses of the sea ...
497. oldal
Strapped , noosed , nighing his hour , He stood and counted them and cursed his luck ; And then the clock collected in the tower Its strength , and struck . Epitaph on an Army of Mercenaries These , in the day when heaven was falling ...
Strapped , noosed , nighing his hour , He stood and counted them and cursed his luck ; And then the clock collected in the tower Its strength , and struck . Epitaph on an Army of Mercenaries These , in the day when heaven was falling ...
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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