The New Golden Treasury of English VerseEdward Leeson |
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Page 149
... move her , Looking ill prevail ? Prithee , why so pale ? Why so dull and mute , young sinner ? Prithee , why so mute ? Will , when speaking well can't win her , Saying nothing do ' t ? Prithee , why so mute ? Quit , quit for shame ...
... move her , Looking ill prevail ? Prithee , why so pale ? Why so dull and mute , young sinner ? Prithee , why so mute ? Will , when speaking well can't win her , Saying nothing do ' t ? Prithee , why so mute ? Quit , quit for shame ...
Page 340
... move Which has withdrawn his being to its own ; Which wields the world with never - wearied love , Sustains it from beneath , and kindles it above . He is a portion of the loveliness Which once he made more lovely : he doth bear His ...
... move Which has withdrawn his being to its own ; Which wields the world with never - wearied love , Sustains it from beneath , and kindles it above . He is a portion of the loveliness Which once he made more lovely : he doth bear His ...
Page 493
... move , for what eye might move . The still splashes on the dark pond , Owls hushing the floating woods Frail on my ear against Hughes 493 •
... move , for what eye might move . The still splashes on the dark pond , Owls hushing the floating woods Frail on my ear against Hughes 493 •
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