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... I wolde have told you fully the manere, How wonnen was the realm of Femenye By Theseus, and by his chivalrye; And of the grete bataille for the nonce Bytwix Athenes and the Amazons; And how besieged was Hippolyta, The faire hardy ...
... I wolde have told you fully the manere, How wonnen was the realm of Femenye By Theseus, and by his chivalrye; And of the grete bataille for the nonce Bytwix Athenes and the Amazons; And how besieged was Hippolyta, The faire hardy ...
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And right anon, withoute more delaye His baner he desplayeth, and took his waye To Thebes-ward, and al his host bysyde; Nor near Athenes wolde he go nor ryde, Nor take his ese fully half a day, But onward on his way that nyght he lay; ...
And right anon, withoute more delaye His baner he desplayeth, and took his waye To Thebes-ward, and al his host bysyde; Nor near Athenes wolde he go nor ryde, Nor take his ese fully half a day, But onward on his way that nyght he lay; ...
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And sente anon Hippolyta to go, And Emelye hir yonge sister too, Unto the toun of Athenes for to dwelle ; And forth he rode; ther is no more to telle. The red statue of Mars with spere and targe So shyneth in his white baner large, ...
And sente anon Hippolyta to go, And Emelye hir yonge sister too, Unto the toun of Athenes for to dwelle ; And forth he rode; ther is no more to telle. The red statue of Mars with spere and targe So shyneth in his white baner large, ...
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Out of the heap the searchers have them torn, And have them caried softe unto the tente Of Theseus, and ful sone he them sente To Athenes, for to dwellen in prisoun Perpetuelly, he wolde no ransom. And this duk when he hadde thus i-doon ...
Out of the heap the searchers have them torn, And have them caried softe unto the tente Of Theseus, and ful sone he them sente To Athenes, for to dwellen in prisoun Perpetuelly, he wolde no ransom. And this duk when he hadde thus i-doon ...
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It happed on a day, (To telle it you as shortly as I may) A worthy duk that highte Peirithous, That felaw was to the duk Theseus Since that same day that they were children lyte, Was come to Athenes, his felawe to visite, ...
It happed on a day, (To telle it you as shortly as I may) A worthy duk that highte Peirithous, That felaw was to the duk Theseus Since that same day that they were children lyte, Was come to Athenes, his felawe to visite, ...
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Conteúdo
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The Knightes Tale Geoffrey Chaucer I | 53 |
The Restless State of a Lover Earl of Surrey | 61 |
The Image of Death Lord Vaux | 73 |
Fortune and Virtue Thomas Dehker | 80 |
KOn the Morning of Christs | 88 |
The Chronicle Abraham Cowley | 95 |
Home Joseph Beaumont | 103 |
The Schoolmistress William Shenstone | 138 |
A Song to David | 170 |
Tam o Shanter | 189 |
y Lines on Tintern Abbey | 210 |
The Siege of Corinth | 241 |
Adonais | 279 |
The Sensitive Plant | 292 |
The LotosEaters | 306 |
Protogenes and Apelles Matthew Prior | 109 |
Baucis and Philemon Jonathan Swift | 116 |
A Nocturnal Reverie Countess of Winchilsea | 123 |
London Samuel Johnson | 132 |
The Scholar Gipsy | 332 |
William Watson | 360 |
j ElegyThe SummerHouse | 372 |
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