Poetry in EnglishMacmillan, 1970 - 758 oldal |
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45. oldal
... soon , For I'm weary wi hunting , and fain wald lie down . " " What gat ye to your dinner , Lord Randal , my son ? What gat ye to your dinner , my handsome young man ? ” " I gat eels boiled in broo ; mother , make my bed soon , For I'm ...
... soon , For I'm weary wi hunting , and fain wald lie down . " " What gat ye to your dinner , Lord Randal , my son ? What gat ye to your dinner , my handsome young man ? ” " I gat eels boiled in broo ; mother , make my bed soon , For I'm ...
138. oldal
... soon destroying , Long , but sweet in the enjoying , Neither too easy , nor too hard : All extremes I would have barred . She should be allowed her passions , So they were but us'd as fashions ; Sometimes froward , and then frowning ...
... soon destroying , Long , but sweet in the enjoying , Neither too easy , nor too hard : All extremes I would have barred . She should be allowed her passions , So they were but us'd as fashions ; Sometimes froward , and then frowning ...
160. oldal
... soon hath time , the subtle thief of youth , Stolen on his wing my three - and - twenti'th year ! My hasting days fly on with full career , But my late spring no bud or blossom shew'th . Perhaps my semblance might deceive the truth ...
... soon hath time , the subtle thief of youth , Stolen on his wing my three - and - twenti'th year ! My hasting days fly on with full career , But my late spring no bud or blossom shew'th . Perhaps my semblance might deceive the truth ...
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