The New Golden Treasury of English VerseEdward Leeson |
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... eyes he makes his nest , His bed amidst my tender breast ; My kisses are his daily feast ; And yet he robs me of my rest . Ah , wanton , will ye ? And if I sleep , then percheth he With pretty flight , And makes his pillow of my knee ...
... eyes he makes his nest , His bed amidst my tender breast ; My kisses are his daily feast ; And yet he robs me of my rest . Ah , wanton , will ye ? And if I sleep , then percheth he With pretty flight , And makes his pillow of my knee ...
Page 94
... eyes , Melt not in weeping , While she lies sleeping Softly , now softly lies Sleeping . I SAW my lady weep , And Sorrow proud to be advanced so In those fair eyes where all perfections keep . Her face was full of woe ; But such a woe ...
... eyes , Melt not in weeping , While she lies sleeping Softly , now softly lies Sleeping . I SAW my lady weep , And Sorrow proud to be advanced so In those fair eyes where all perfections keep . Her face was full of woe ; But such a woe ...
Page 326
... eyes looked love to eyes which spake again , And all went merry as a marriage bell ; But hush ! hark ! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell ! Did ye not hear it ? - No ; ' 326 ยท Byron 'She walks in beauty, like the night' From ...
... eyes looked love to eyes which spake again , And all went merry as a marriage bell ; But hush ! hark ! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell ! Did ye not hear it ? - No ; ' 326 ยท Byron 'She walks in beauty, like the night' From ...
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