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Not fully quyk, nor fully deed they were, But by their coat armure, and by their gear, Heraldes knewe them wel in special, As knights that weren of the blood royal Of Thebes, and of sistren tuo i-born. Out of the heap the searchers have ...
Not fully quyk, nor fully deed they were, But by their coat armure, and by their gear, Heraldes knewe them wel in special, As knights that weren of the blood royal Of Thebes, and of sistren tuo i-born. Out of the heap the searchers have ...
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But I muste be in prisoun through Saturne, And eek through Juno, jealous and eke wood, That hath destroyed wel nigh al the blood Of Thebes, with his waste walks wyde. And Venus sleeth me on that other syde For jelousye, and fere of him ...
But I muste be in prisoun through Saturne, And eek through Juno, jealous and eke wood, That hath destroyed wel nigh al the blood Of Thebes, with his waste walks wyde. And Venus sleeth me on that other syde For jelousye, and fere of him ...
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Alias ! i-brought is to confusioun The blood royal of Cadme and Amphioun : Of Cadmus, which that was the firsts man That Thebes built, or first the touh bygan, And of that citee first was crowndd kyng, Of his lynage am I, ...
Alias ! i-brought is to confusioun The blood royal of Cadme and Amphioun : Of Cadmus, which that was the firsts man That Thebes built, or first the touh bygan, And of that citee first was crowndd kyng, Of his lynage am I, ...
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... false traitour wikke, Now art thou caught, that lovest my lady so, For whom that I have al this peyne and woe, And art my blood, and to my counseil sworn, As I ful ofte have told thee here byforn, And has deceived here duk Theseus, ...
... false traitour wikke, Now art thou caught, that lovest my lady so, For whom that I have al this peyne and woe, And art my blood, and to my counseil sworn, As I ful ofte have told thee here byforn, And has deceived here duk Theseus, ...
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Up to the ancle they fought in there blood. And in this wise I lete them fightyng welle; And forthere wil I of duk Theseus telle. The destinee mynistre general, That executeth truly over all The events, that God hath seen and seide ...
Up to the ancle they fought in there blood. And in this wise I lete them fightyng welle; And forthere wil I of duk Theseus telle. The destinee mynistre general, That executeth truly over all The events, that God hath seen and seide ...
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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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