An English Book of Light VerseGuy Boas Macmillan & Company Limited, 1944 - 300 páginas |
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Página 107
... leave this world behind , Such pleasant sounds salute one's ear As- Baddish news from ' Change , my dear- " The Funds ( phew , curse this ugly hill ! ) Are lowering fast- ( what ! higher still ? ) And ( zooks , we're mounting up to ...
... leave this world behind , Such pleasant sounds salute one's ear As- Baddish news from ' Change , my dear- " The Funds ( phew , curse this ugly hill ! ) Are lowering fast- ( what ! higher still ? ) And ( zooks , we're mounting up to ...
Página 114
... leave to thee the mode of dying . " Thy royal will be done ' tis just , " Replied the wretch , and kiss'd the dust ; Since , my last moments to assuage , Your Majesty's humane decree 66 Has deign'd to leave the choice to me , I'll die ...
... leave to thee the mode of dying . " Thy royal will be done ' tis just , " Replied the wretch , and kiss'd the dust ; Since , my last moments to assuage , Your Majesty's humane decree 66 Has deign'd to leave the choice to me , I'll die ...
Página 244
... leaving traces . He deals with women more than men Through having of him in agen . They leave his dinner on the ' ob ; My stars ! it is an easy job . That awful time , that crool December Which oldish ' orses can remember , THE ...
... leaving traces . He deals with women more than men Through having of him in agen . They leave his dinner on the ' ob ; My stars ! it is an easy job . That awful time , that crool December Which oldish ' orses can remember , THE ...
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GEOFFREY CHAUCER 13401400 | 1 |
JOHN SKELTON 14601529 | 12 |
SIR PHILIP SIDNEY 15541586 | 18 |
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Admiral answer better bird blue brown caught cold court cried d'ye think dead dear dream drink ducks eyes face fair fall father fell fire fish friar gave Gentlemen give green grew hand head hear heard heart hold hour I'll Jane John keep king knew laughed leave light live look Lord morning never night nose o'er once pass play poor pretty Reason rest rose round seemed seen side sight sing Slingsby smile Snapping song soon soul sound stand sure sweet tears tell thee There's things thou thought till took town trees turn Turtle twas vulgar wish young