Tudor Poetry and Prose, Volume 10John William Hebel Appleton-Century-Crofts, 1953 - 1375 pagina's |
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Pagina 107
... true what we call Cupid's dart An image is which for ourselves we carve , And , fools , adore in temple of our heart Till that good god make church and churchman starve . True , that true beauty virtue is indeed , Whereof this beauty ...
... true what we call Cupid's dart An image is which for ourselves we carve , And , fools , adore in temple of our heart Till that good god make church and churchman starve . True , that true beauty virtue is indeed , Whereof this beauty ...
Pagina 200
... true love , fine as silk , To knit thee , to knit thee A pair of stockings white as milk . Cor . Here are reeds , my true love , fine and neat , To make thee , to make thee A bonnet to withstand the heat . Phil . I will gather flowers ...
... true love , fine as silk , To knit thee , to knit thee A pair of stockings white as milk . Cor . Here are reeds , my true love , fine and neat , To make thee , to make thee A bonnet to withstand the heat . Phil . I will gather flowers ...
Pagina 457
... true deaths true marriages untie , So lovers ' contracts , images of those , Bind but till sleep , death's image , them unloose ? Or , your own end to justify , For having purposed change and falsehood , you Can have no way but ...
... true deaths true marriages untie , So lovers ' contracts , images of those , Bind but till sleep , death's image , them unloose ? Or , your own end to justify , For having purposed change and falsehood , you Can have no way but ...
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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