A Book of English Poetry1950 |
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Page 279
... things like that , you know , must be After a famous victory . ' Great praise the Duke of Marlboro ' won And our good Prince Eugene . ' ' Why , ' twas a very wicked thing ! ' Said little Wilhelmine ; ' Nay ... nay ... my little girl ...
... things like that , you know , must be After a famous victory . ' Great praise the Duke of Marlboro ' won And our good Prince Eugene . ' ' Why , ' twas a very wicked thing ! ' Said little Wilhelmine ; ' Nay ... nay ... my little girl ...
Page 357
... things else have rest from weariness ? All things have rest : why should we toil alone , We only toil , who are the first of things , And make perpetual moan , Still from one sorrow to another thrown : Nor ever fold our wings , And ...
... things else have rest from weariness ? All things have rest : why should we toil alone , We only toil , who are the first of things , And make perpetual moan , Still from one sorrow to another thrown : Nor ever fold our wings , And ...
Page 358
... things are taken from us , and become Portions and parcels of the dreadful Past . Let us alone . What pleasure can we have To war with evil ? Is there any peace In ever climbing up the climbing wave ? All things have rest , and ripen ...
... things are taken from us , and become Portions and parcels of the dreadful Past . Let us alone . What pleasure can we have To war with evil ? Is there any peace In ever climbing up the climbing wave ? All things have rest , and ripen ...
Contents
i The Knight ii The Squire | 15 |
SIR THOMAS WYATT | 21 |
NICHOLAS BRETON | 27 |
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