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“ Here is a glove , my lady , ” said he , “ Lined all with fur it is ; It says you're to come to Silver Wood And speak with Childe Maurice . “ And here is a ring , a ring of gold , Set with the precious stone : It prays you to come to ...
“ Here is a glove , my lady , ” said he , “ Lined all with fur it is ; It says you're to come to Silver Wood And speak with Childe Maurice . “ And here is a ring , a ring of gold , Set with the precious stone : It prays you to come to ...
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PHILLIDA AND CORIDON In the merry month of May , In a morn by break of day Forth I walked by the wood - side , When as May was in his pride . There I spied , all alone , Phillida and Coridon . Much ado there was , God wot , He would ...
PHILLIDA AND CORIDON In the merry month of May , In a morn by break of day Forth I walked by the wood - side , When as May was in his pride . There I spied , all alone , Phillida and Coridon . Much ado there was , God wot , He would ...
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ARTHUR SYMONS 1865 - 1945 IN THE WOOD OF FINVARA I have grown tired of sorrow and human tears ; Life is a dream in the night , a fear among fears , A naked runner lost in a storm of spears . I have grown tired of rapture and love's ...
ARTHUR SYMONS 1865 - 1945 IN THE WOOD OF FINVARA I have grown tired of sorrow and human tears ; Life is a dream in the night , a fear among fears , A naked runner lost in a storm of spears . I have grown tired of rapture and love's ...
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EARLY BALLADS | 25 |
66 | 28 |
EARLY SONGS | 60 |
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