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Som drope of pitee, thurgh youre gentilnesse, Uppon us wretchede wommen lat thou falle* For certes, lord, ther is noon of us alle, That hath not been a duchesse or a queenej Now be we caytifs, as it is wel seene : Thanked be Fortune, ...
Som drope of pitee, thurgh youre gentilnesse, Uppon us wretchede wommen lat thou falle* For certes, lord, ther is noon of us alle, That hath not been a duchesse or a queenej Now be we caytifs, as it is wel seene : Thanked be Fortune, ...
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Why criedest thou ? who hath thee doon offence ? For Goddes love, tak al in pacience Oure prisoun, for it may non other be; Fortune hath geven us this adversitee. Som wikked aspect or disposicioun Of Saturne, by sum constellacioun, ...
Why criedest thou ? who hath thee doon offence ? For Goddes love, tak al in pacience Oure prisoun, for it may non other be; Fortune hath geven us this adversitee. Som wikked aspect or disposicioun Of Saturne, by sum constellacioun, ...
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... save I have her mercy and her grace That I may see her beauty day by day, I am but deed ; ther is no more to seye." This Palamon, whan he those wordes herde, Dispiteously he lok£d, and answeVede: " Whether sayst thou in ernest or in ...
... save I have her mercy and her grace That I may see her beauty day by day, I am but deed ; ther is no more to seye." This Palamon, whan he those wordes herde, Dispiteously he lok£d, and answeVede: " Whether sayst thou in ernest or in ...
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Now certes, false Arcite, thou shalt not so. I loved her first, and tolde thee my woe That thou shouldst help me as my brother sworn To further me, as I have told biforn. For which thou art i-bounden as a knight To help* me, ...
Now certes, false Arcite, thou shalt not so. I loved her first, and tolde thee my woe That thou shouldst help me as my brother sworn To further me, as I have told biforn. For which thou art i-bounden as a knight To help* me, ...
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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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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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