Tudor Poetry and Prose, Volume 10John William Hebel Appleton-Century-Crofts, 1953 - 1375 pagina's |
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Pagina 119
... cause of plaintful sadness : Thine earth now springs , mine fadeth ; Thy thorn without , my thorn my heart invadeth . Alas , she hath no other cause of anguish But Tereus ' love , on her by strong hand wroken , Wherein she suffering ...
... cause of plaintful sadness : Thine earth now springs , mine fadeth ; Thy thorn without , my thorn my heart invadeth . Alas , she hath no other cause of anguish But Tereus ' love , on her by strong hand wroken , Wherein she suffering ...
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... cause , yet thus much we may know ; that some necessary cause there is , whensoever the judgments of all men generally or for the most part run one and the same way , especially in matters of natural dis- course . For of things ...
... cause , yet thus much we may know ; that some necessary cause there is , whensoever the judgments of all men generally or for the most part run one and the same way , especially in matters of natural dis- course . For of things ...
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... cause conjoined to their actions . And to return to our last example , as it was necessary ( to draw Alexander to undertake the voyage of Asia and the Indies ) he should have knowledge of the provinces , yet he might borrow this ...
... cause conjoined to their actions . And to return to our last example , as it was necessary ( to draw Alexander to undertake the voyage of Asia and the Indies ) he should have knowledge of the provinces , yet he might borrow this ...
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answered bear beauty better body bring brought called cause comes death delight desire doth earth excellent eyes face fair faith fall father fear fire follow force fortune give grace hand hath head hear heart heaven honor hope Italy keep kind king lady land learning leave light live look Lord lover manner matter mean mind move muse nature never night noble Notes once pain pass play pleasure poets poor praise prince quoth reason rest seek sight sing soon sorrow soul speak stand sure sweet tears tell thee things thou thought tongue true truth turn unto virtue wind wise worthy write young youth