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139. oldal
Call unto his funeral dole The ant , the field - mouse , and the mole , To rear him hillocks that shall keep him warm , And , when gay tombs are robbed , sustain no harm ; But keep the wolf far thence , that's foe to men , For with his ...
Call unto his funeral dole The ant , the field - mouse , and the mole , To rear him hillocks that shall keep him warm , And , when gay tombs are robbed , sustain no harm ; But keep the wolf far thence , that's foe to men , For with his ...
218. oldal
... Who pens a Stanza , when he should engross ? Is there , who , lock'd from ink and paper , scrawls With desp'rate charcoal round his darken'd walls ? All fly to TWIT'NAM , and in humble strain Apply to me , to keep them mad or vain .
... Who pens a Stanza , when he should engross ? Is there , who , lock'd from ink and paper , scrawls With desp'rate charcoal round his darken'd walls ? All fly to TWIT'NAM , and in humble strain Apply to me , to keep them mad or vain .
403. oldal
No graven images may be Worshipped , except the currency : Swear not at all ; for , for thy curse Thine enemy is none the worse : At church on Sunday to attend Will serve to keep the world thy friend : Honour thy parents ; that is ...
No graven images may be Worshipped , except the currency : Swear not at all ; for , for thy curse Thine enemy is none the worse : At church on Sunday to attend Will serve to keep the world thy friend : Honour thy parents ; that is ...
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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