A Book of English Literature, Selected and EdFranklyn Bliss Snyder, Robert Grant Martin Macmillan, 1916 - 889 pages |
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... Thou Winter Wind It Was a Lover and His Lass O Mistress Mine , Where Are You Roaming ? Take , O Take Those Lips Away Come , Thou Monarch of the Vine Hark , Hark ! the Lark Fear no More the Heat o ' the Sun Come unto These Yellow Sands ...
... Thou Winter Wind It Was a Lover and His Lass O Mistress Mine , Where Are You Roaming ? Take , O Take Those Lips Away Come , Thou Monarch of the Vine Hark , Hark ! the Lark Fear no More the Heat o ' the Sun Come unto These Yellow Sands ...
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... thou biwreyest5 mordre alway ! Mordre wol out , that se we day by day . Mordre is so wlatsom6 and abhominable To god , that is so Iust and resonable , That he ne wol nat suffre it heled ' be ; Though it abyde a yeer , or two , or three ...
... thou biwreyest5 mordre alway ! Mordre wol out , that se we day by day . Mordre is so wlatsom6 and abhominable To god , that is so Iust and resonable , That he ne wol nat suffre it heled ' be ; Though it abyde a yeer , or two , or three ...
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... thou into that yerd flough fro the bemes ! Thou were ful wel y - warned by thy dremes , That thilke day was perilous to thee . But what that god forwot21 mot nedes22 be , 415 After the opinioun of certeyn clerkis . Witnesse on him23 ...
... thou into that yerd flough fro the bemes ! Thou were ful wel y - warned by thy dremes , That thilke day was perilous to thee . But what that god forwot21 mot nedes22 be , 415 After the opinioun of certeyn clerkis . Witnesse on him23 ...
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... thou bigyle me ofter than ones . Thou shalt namore , thurgh thy flaterye Do me to3 singe and winke with myn yë . 610 For he that winketh , whan he sholde see , Al wilfully , god lat him never thee ! " 4 " Nay , " quod the fox , " but ...
... thou bigyle me ofter than ones . Thou shalt namore , thurgh thy flaterye Do me to3 singe and winke with myn yë . 610 For he that winketh , whan he sholde see , Al wilfully , god lat him never thee ! " 4 " Nay , " quod the fox , " but ...
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... thou seydest ay " Sampsoun , Sampsoun , " And yet , god wot , Sampsoun drank never no wyn . Thou fallest , as it were a stiked swyn ; Thy tonge is lost , and al thyn honest cure ; 1 .13 For dronkenesse is verray sepulture 1 belly ...
... thou seydest ay " Sampsoun , Sampsoun , " And yet , god wot , Sampsoun drank never no wyn . Thou fallest , as it were a stiked swyn ; Thy tonge is lost , and al thyn honest cure ; 1 .13 For dronkenesse is verray sepulture 1 belly ...
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Page 293 - years, my lord, have now passed since I waited in your outward rooms, or was repulsed from your door; during which time I have been pushing on my work through difficulties of which it is useless to complain, and have brought it at last to the verge of publication, without one act of assistance, one word of encouragement, or one smile of favor «» Such treatment I did not expect, for I never had a patron before.
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