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Whan that this worthy duk, this Theseus, Hath Creon slayn, and Thebes wonne thus, Stille in the feelde he took al night his reste, And dide with al the contree as he list. To ransake in the heap of bodyes dede Them for to strip of ...
Whan that this worthy duk, this Theseus, Hath Creon slayn, and Thebes wonne thus, Stille in the feelde he took al night his reste, And dide with al the contree as he list. To ransake in the heap of bodyes dede Them for to strip of ...
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His eyen hollow, grisly to biholde; His hewe yellow, and pale as asshen colde, And solitary he was, and ever alone, And waillyng al the night, making his mone. And if he herde song or instrument, Then wolde he wepe, he might not be ...
His eyen hollow, grisly to biholde; His hewe yellow, and pale as asshen colde, And solitary he was, and ever alone, And waillyng al the night, making his mone. And if he herde song or instrument, Then wolde he wepe, he might not be ...
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It fel that in the seventhe yeer in May The thridde night, (as old* bookes seyn, That al this storie tellen mow pleyn) Were it by a venture or destinee, (As, when a thing is shapen, it shal be,) That soone after the mydnyght, ...
It fel that in the seventhe yeer in May The thridde night, (as old* bookes seyn, That al this storie tellen mow pleyn) Were it by a venture or destinee, (As, when a thing is shapen, it shal be,) That soone after the mydnyght, ...
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And ye shal bothe anon unto me swere, That never ye shal harm my contree deere, Nor make werre on me by night or day, But be my freend«s in alle that ye may. I will forgcve this trespas every whit." And they him swore his axyng faire ...
And ye shal bothe anon unto me swere, That never ye shal harm my contree deere, Nor make werre on me by night or day, But be my freend«s in alle that ye may. I will forgcve this trespas every whit." And they him swore his axyng faire ...
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The Sonday night, ere day bigan to springe, When Palamon the larke herde synge, Although it were nought day by houres tuo, Yit sang the larke, and Palamon also With holy herte, and with an high corage He rose, to wenden on his ...
The Sonday night, ere day bigan to springe, When Palamon the larke herde synge, Although it were nought day by houres tuo, Yit sang the larke, and Palamon also With holy herte, and with an high corage He rose, to wenden on his ...
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| 14 | |
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
Informações bibliográficas
| Título | The Golden Treasury of Longer Poems |
| Editor | Ernest Rhys |
| Editora | Wildside Press LLC, 2009 |
| ISBN | 1434451615, 9781434451613 |
| Num. págs. | 384 páginas |
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