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Thou hast a veyn imaginaci< u ->. This prisoun caused me not for to crye. But I was hurt right now thorough myn eye Into myn herte, that wil my bane be. The fairnesse of the lady that I see Yonde in the gardyn roming to and fro, ...
Thou hast a veyn imaginaci< u ->. This prisoun caused me not for to crye. But I was hurt right now thorough myn eye Into myn herte, that wil my bane be. The fairnesse of the lady that I see Yonde in the gardyn roming to and fro, ...
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For possible is, since thou hast her presence, And art a knight, a worthi and an able, That by som case, since fortune is chaungable, Thou maist to thy desir somtyme atteyne. But I that am exiled, and barren Of alle grace, ...
For possible is, since thou hast her presence, And art a knight, a worthi and an able, That by som case, since fortune is chaungable, Thou maist to thy desir somtyme atteyne. But I that am exiled, and barren Of alle grace, ...
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Thou maiste, since thou hast wysdom and manhede, Assemble al the folk of oure kyndred, And make a werre so sharpe in this citee, That by som aventure, or by som trety, Thou mayst her wynne to lady and to wyf, For whom that I must needes ...
Thou maiste, since thou hast wysdom and manhede, Assemble al the folk of oure kyndred, And make a werre so sharpe in this citee, That by som aventure, or by som trety, Thou mayst her wynne to lady and to wyf, For whom that I must needes ...
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... 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, And falsly chaunged hast thy name thus; ...
... 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, And falsly chaunged hast thy name thus; ...
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Thus hath he cheated thee ful many a yer, And thou hast made of him thy cheef squyer* And this is he that loveth Emelye. For since the day is come that I shal dye, I make pleynly my confessioiin, That I am he, the woful Palamoun, ...
Thus hath he cheated thee ful many a yer, And thou hast made of him thy cheef squyer* And this is he that loveth Emelye. For since the day is come that I shal dye, I make pleynly my confessioiin, That I am he, the woful Palamoun, ...
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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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Adonais anon Arcite arms Athenes beneath blood breast breath brow Cerinthus charm Christabel courser Creon Cuchulain dark dead death deep doth doun dream dwell earth Emelye eternal eyes face fair fear fire flowers gentle goblin green gret grew Grongar Hill hand hast hath heart heaven heere herte honour knew kynge lady Laura light live Lizzie look Lord maid morning mourn never night nought o'er Palamon passion Peirithous pride prisoun Robyn Roland de Vaux rose round ryde seem'd seyde shade shal Shanter sight Sir Leoline sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit stars sterte stood sweet tears Thebes thee ther Theseus thine things thou thought thro trewe truth Twas unto virtue voice waves ween Whan wild wind wolde wyde youth