The New Golden Treasury of English VerseEdward Leeson Macmillan, 1980 - 506 עמודים |
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עמוד 179
... play was play'd , They wat their hats aboon . And mony was the feather - bed , That flatter'd on the faem ; And mony was the gude lord's son , That never mair cam hame . The ladyes wrang their fingers white , The maidens tore their hair ...
... play was play'd , They wat their hats aboon . And mony was the feather - bed , That flatter'd on the faem ; And mony was the gude lord's son , That never mair cam hame . The ladyes wrang their fingers white , The maidens tore their hair ...
עמוד 193
... play and dwindled to a farce ? When did his Muse from Fletcher scenes purloin As thou whole Eth'rege dost transfuse to thine ? But so transfused as oil on waters flow , His always floats above , thine sinks below . This is thy province ...
... play and dwindled to a farce ? When did his Muse from Fletcher scenes purloin As thou whole Eth'rege dost transfuse to thine ? But so transfused as oil on waters flow , His always floats above , thine sinks below . This is thy province ...
עמוד 279
... play , and let us away Till the morning appears in the skies . ' ' No , no , let us play , for it is yet day And we cannot go to sleep ; Besides , in the sky the little birds fly And the hills are all covered with sheep . ' ' Well ...
... play , and let us away Till the morning appears in the skies . ' ' No , no , let us play , for it is yet day And we cannot go to sleep ; Besides , in the sky the little birds fly And the hills are all covered with sheep . ' ' Well ...
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Anonymous | 1 |
From Troilus and Criseyde | 10 |
John Skelton ?14601529 | 19 |
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