English Masterpieces, Volume 1P. Owen, 1957 |
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Page 258
... doth hastily repaire . Amid the bowels of the earth full steepe , And low , where dawning day doth never peepe , His dwelling is ; there Tethys 72 his wet bed Doth ever wash , and Cynthia 73 still doth steepe In silver deaw his ever ...
... doth hastily repaire . Amid the bowels of the earth full steepe , And low , where dawning day doth never peepe , His dwelling is ; there Tethys 72 his wet bed Doth ever wash , and Cynthia 73 still doth steepe In silver deaw his ever ...
Page 313
... doth in highest notes appear As any challenged echo clear . But when she doth of mourning speak , Even with her sighs the strings do break . And as her lute doth live or die , Led by her passion , so must I. For when of pleasure she doth ...
... doth in highest notes appear As any challenged echo clear . But when she doth of mourning speak , Even with her sighs the strings do break . And as her lute doth live or die , Led by her passion , so must I. For when of pleasure she doth ...
Page 335
... doth invent He robs thee of and pays it thee again . He lends thee virtue and he stole that word From thy behavior ; beauty doth he give And found it in thy cheek ; he can afford No praise to thee but what in thee doth live . Then thank ...
... doth invent He robs thee of and pays it thee again . He lends thee virtue and he stole that word From thy behavior ; beauty doth he give And found it in thy cheek ; he can afford No praise to thee but what in thee doth live . Then thank ...
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MIDDLE ENGLISH LITERATURE | 58 |
GEOFFREY CHAUCER | 97 |
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