Reliques of ancient English poetry, by T. Percy, ed. by J. V. Prichard, Volume 21876 |
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... gentle heart was there , 15 That pityed this his wrong . Both old and young reviled him , As in the streete he wente , And nought he found but churlish tauntes , By every ones consente : 20 His owne deare cross he bore himselfe , A ...
... gentle heart was there , 15 That pityed this his wrong . Both old and young reviled him , As in the streete he wente , And nought he found but churlish tauntes , By every ones consente : 20 His owne deare cross he bore himselfe , A ...
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... gentle jest I playd - a . " " A gentle jest , in soothe , " he cryd , " To tumble me in and leave me ! What if I had in the river dy'd ? - That fetch will not deceive me . 105 " Once more I'll pardon thee this day , Tho ' injur'd out of ...
... gentle jest I playd - a . " " A gentle jest , in soothe , " he cryd , " To tumble me in and leave me ! What if I had in the river dy'd ? - That fetch will not deceive me . 105 " Once more I'll pardon thee this day , Tho ' injur'd out of ...
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... gentle swains ! Cover me with ice and snow , I scorch , I burn , I flame , I glow ! Furies , tear me , Quickly bear me To the dismal shades below ! Where yelling and howling , And grumbling and growling Strike the ear with horrid woe ...
... gentle swains ! Cover me with ice and snow , I scorch , I burn , I flame , I glow ! Furies , tear me , Quickly bear me To the dismal shades below ! Where yelling and howling , And grumbling and growling Strike the ear with horrid woe ...
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... gently swelling flood , At midnight with streamers flying Our triumphant navy rode ; There while Vernon sate all - glorious From the Spaniards ' late defeat , And his crews , with shouts victorious , Drank success to England's fleet , 5 ...
... gently swelling flood , At midnight with streamers flying Our triumphant navy rode ; There while Vernon sate all - glorious From the Spaniards ' late defeat , And his crews , with shouts victorious , Drank success to England's fleet , 5 ...
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... tender maid she lov'd him dear , Of gentle blood the damsel came , And faultless was her beauteous form , And spotless was her virgin fame . Ст 5 10 10 15 But curse on party's hateful strife That led the faithful JEMMY DAWSON . 77.
... tender maid she lov'd him dear , Of gentle blood the damsel came , And faultless was her beauteous form , And spotless was her virgin fame . Ст 5 10 10 15 But curse on party's hateful strife That led the faithful JEMMY DAWSON . 77.
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Page 34 - You violets that first appear, By your pure purple mantles known Like the proud virgins of the year, As if the spring were all your own; What are you when the rose is blown ? So, when my mistress shall be seen In form and beauty of her mind, By virtue first, then choice, a Queen, Tell me, if she were not design'd Th' eclipse and glory of her kind.
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