The Centuries' Poetry: Chaucer to ShakespeareDenys Kilham Roberts Penguin Books, 1950 - English poetry |
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... dead , and true Love disregarded What should I say ! Since Faith is dead , And Truth away From you is fled ? Should I be led With doubleness ? Nay ! Nay ! mistress . 64 WYATT HOWARD , EARL OF SURREY I promis'd you SIR THOMAS WYATT 63.
... dead , and true Love disregarded What should I say ! Since Faith is dead , And Truth away From you is fled ? Should I be led With doubleness ? Nay ! Nay ! mistress . 64 WYATT HOWARD , EARL OF SURREY I promis'd you SIR THOMAS WYATT 63.
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... dead by fate . An Epitaph Here she lies , whose spotless fame Invites a stone to learn her name : The rigid Spartan that denied An epitaph to all that died , Unless for war , in charity Would here vouchsafe an elegy . She died a wife ...
... dead by fate . An Epitaph Here she lies , whose spotless fame Invites a stone to learn her name : The rigid Spartan that denied An epitaph to all that died , Unless for war , in charity Would here vouchsafe an elegy . She died a wife ...
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... dead corse to the clay , And I'll come back and comfort thee . ' I'll ' Comfort weel your seven sons , For comforted I will never be : I ween ' twas neither knave nor loon Was in the bower last night wi ' me . ' The clinking bell gaed ...
... dead corse to the clay , And I'll come back and comfort thee . ' I'll ' Comfort weel your seven sons , For comforted I will never be : I ween ' twas neither knave nor loon Was in the bower last night wi ' me . ' The clinking bell gaed ...
Contents
GEOFFREY CHAUCER | 13 |
From The Nuns Priests Tale | 33 |
Chaucers Wordes unto Adam His Own Scriveyn | 39 |
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