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I hope I If he be gone , he'll make his grave a bed ; For , so , I thought I was a cave - keeper , With female fairies will his tomb be haunted , And cook to honest creatures : but ' tis not so : And worms will not come to thee .
I hope I If he be gone , he'll make his grave a bed ; For , so , I thought I was a cave - keeper , With female fairies will his tomb be haunted , And cook to honest creatures : but ' tis not so : And worms will not come to thee .
Pagina 295
Ah , no ! he is dead , and laid in his grave , Who planted thee , For ever to remain . And thou , like him , immortal shalt be . “ His cheek was redder than the rose ; Ye trees of the forest , so rampant and high , The comeliest youth ...
Ah , no ! he is dead , and laid in his grave , Who planted thee , For ever to remain . And thou , like him , immortal shalt be . “ His cheek was redder than the rose ; Ye trees of the forest , so rampant and high , The comeliest youth ...
Pagina 350
Amorous , though old ; though dull , lov'd re- O let me drop one tributary tear , ( bier ! t partee ; On poor Jack Falstaff's grave and Juliet's And penn'd a paragraph most daintily : You to their worth must testimony give ; He aim'd at ...
Amorous , though old ; though dull , lov'd re- O let me drop one tributary tear , ( bier ! t partee ; On poor Jack Falstaff's grave and Juliet's And penn'd a paragraph most daintily : You to their worth must testimony give ; He aim'd at ...
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