British Anthologies, Volumen2

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Edward Arber
Henry Frowde, 1900
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Página 68 - The turtle to her mate hath told her tale. Summer is come, for every spray now springs: The hart hath hung his old head on the pale; The buck in brake his winter coat he flings ; The fishes flete with new repaired scale.
Página 6 - They flee from me, that sometime did me seek, With naked foot stalking in my chamber.
Página 82 - Maiden's tower, And easy sighs, such as folk draw in love. The stately seats, the ladies bright of hue. The dances short, long tales of great delight; With words and looks, that tigers could but rue; Where each of us did plead the other's right.
Página 40 - BLAME not my Lute ! for he must sound Of this or that as liketh me ; For lack of wit the Lute is bound To give such tunes as pleaseth me ; Though my songs be somewhat strange, And speak such words as touch thy change, Blame not my Lute ! 2 My Lute, alas!
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Página 109 - THE Hunt is up! The Hunt is up! And it is wellnigh day; And HARRY our King is gone hunting, To bring his deer to bay.
Página 61 - The Means to Attain Happy Life Martial, the things that do attain The happy life, be these, I find : The riches left, not got with pain; The fruitful ground, the quiet mind : The equal friend, no grudge, no strife; No charge of rule, nor governance; Without disease, the healthful life; The household of continuance...

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