The Book of Living Verse: Limited to the Chief PoetsLouis Untermeyer Harcourt, Brace, 1939 - 567 sider |
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... cold so great Is not dissolv'd through my so hot desyre , But harder growes the more I her intreat ? Or how comes it that my exceeding heat Is not delayd by her hart frosen cold , But that I burne much more in boyling sweat , And feele ...
... cold so great Is not dissolv'd through my so hot desyre , But harder growes the more I her intreat ? Or how comes it that my exceeding heat Is not delayd by her hart frosen cold , But that I burne much more in boyling sweat , And feele ...
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... cold , cold earth doth shake him ; But I will go , or send a kiss By you , sir , to awake him . Pray hurt him not ; though he be dead , He knows well who do love him , And who with green - turfs rear his head , And who do rudely move ...
... cold , cold earth doth shake him ; But I will go , or send a kiss By you , sir , to awake him . Pray hurt him not ; though he be dead , He knows well who do love him , And who with green - turfs rear his head , And who do rudely move ...
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... cold ? His breast is love's all - worshiped tomb Where all love's pilgrims come . Bring me an axe and spade , Bring me a winding - sheet ; When I my grave have made , Let winds and tempests beat : Then down I'll lie , as cold as clay ...
... cold ? His breast is love's all - worshiped tomb Where all love's pilgrims come . Bring me an axe and spade , Bring me a winding - sheet ; When I my grave have made , Let winds and tempests beat : Then down I'll lie , as cold as clay ...
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