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Pagina 47
... tears berain my cheeks of deadly hue : The which , as soon as sobbing sighs , alas ! Upsupped have , thus I my plaint renew : O place of bliss ! renewer of my woes ! Give me account , where is my noble fere ? 4 Whom in thy walls thou ...
... tears berain my cheeks of deadly hue : The which , as soon as sobbing sighs , alas ! Upsupped have , thus I my plaint renew : O place of bliss ! renewer of my woes ! Give me account , where is my noble fere ? 4 Whom in thy walls thou ...
Pagina 60
... tears Cam to fach 48 ther makys a - way .. 49 Tivydale may carpe 19 off care , Northombarlond may mayk grat mone , For towe such captayns , as slayne wear thear , On the march perti shall never be none . Wordeys commen to Edden burrowe ...
... tears Cam to fach 48 ther makys a - way .. 49 Tivydale may carpe 19 off care , Northombarlond may mayk grat mone , For towe such captayns , as slayne wear thear , On the march perti shall never be none . Wordeys commen to Edden burrowe ...
Pagina 61
... tear begane this spurn : Old men that knowen the grownde well yenoughe , Call it the Battell of Otterburn . At Otterburn began this spurne Uppon a monnyn day : Ther was the dougghtè Doglas slean , The Persè never went away Ther was ...
... tear begane this spurn : Old men that knowen the grownde well yenoughe , Call it the Battell of Otterburn . At Otterburn began this spurne Uppon a monnyn day : Ther was the dougghtè Doglas slean , The Persè never went away Ther was ...
Pagina 69
... tear blinded his e'e . " O wha is this has done this deed , And tauld the king o ' me , To send us out , at this time of the year , To sail upon the sea ? Be it wind , be it weet , be it hail , be it sleet , Our ship must sail the faem ...
... tear blinded his e'e . " O wha is this has done this deed , And tauld the king o ' me , To send us out , at this time of the year , To sail upon the sea ? Be it wind , be it weet , be it hail , be it sleet , Our ship must sail the faem ...
Pagina 73
... Hell Sat deep Remorse of Conscience , all besprent With tears ; and to herself oft would she tell Her wretchedness , and cursing never stent1 1 Stopped . To sob and sigh ; but ever thus lament With A. D. 1530-1577 . 73 GASCOIGNE .
... Hell Sat deep Remorse of Conscience , all besprent With tears ; and to herself oft would she tell Her wretchedness , and cursing never stent1 1 Stopped . To sob and sigh ; but ever thus lament With A. D. 1530-1577 . 73 GASCOIGNE .
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Choice Specimens of English Literature: Selected from the Chief English ... Thomas Budd Shaw,William Smith Volledige weergave - 1850 |
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