The Book of Classic English Poetry, 600-1830Edwin Markham W. H. Wise & Company, 1934 - 975 páginas |
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... fall , Nor wet her fingers in her sauce deep : Well could she carry a morsel , and well keep , That no drop ever fall upon her breast . In courtesy was set full much her zest . Her over - lippë wipèd she so clean , That in her cup no ...
... fall , Nor wet her fingers in her sauce deep : Well could she carry a morsel , and well keep , That no drop ever fall upon her breast . In courtesy was set full much her zest . Her over - lippë wipèd she so clean , That in her cup no ...
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... fall ? Am I to leave this haven of my rest , This cradle of my glory , this soft clime , This calm luxuriance of blissful light , These crystalline pavilions , and pure fanes , Of all my lucent empire ? It is left Deserted , void , nor ...
... fall ? Am I to leave this haven of my rest , This cradle of my glory , this soft clime , This calm luxuriance of blissful light , These crystalline pavilions , and pure fanes , Of all my lucent empire ? It is left Deserted , void , nor ...
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... fall , I saw my first - born tumbled from his throne ! To me his arms were spread , to me his voice Found way from forth the thunders round his head ! Pale wox I and in vapors hid my face . Art thou , too , near such doom ? vague fear ...
... fall , I saw my first - born tumbled from his throne ! To me his arms were spread , to me his voice Found way from forth the thunders round his head ! Pale wox I and in vapors hid my face . Art thou , too , near such doom ? vague fear ...
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