Century Readings for a Course in English LiteratureJohn William Cunliffe, James Francis Augustine Pyre, Karl Young Century Company, 1910 - 13 psl. |
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... Praise of his Love The Means to Attain Happy Life Of the Death of Sir Thomas ] W [ yatt ] Virgil's Æneid , Book II THOMAS SACKVILLE , LORD BUCKHURST ( 1536-1608 ) The Induction . ROGER ASCHAM ( 1515-1568 ) The Schoolmaster , Book I JOHN ...
... Praise of his Love The Means to Attain Happy Life Of the Death of Sir Thomas ] W [ yatt ] Virgil's Æneid , Book II THOMAS SACKVILLE , LORD BUCKHURST ( 1536-1608 ) The Induction . ROGER ASCHAM ( 1515-1568 ) The Schoolmaster , Book I JOHN ...
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... Praise and Prayer 178 178 EDMUND WALLER ( 1606-1687 ) The Story of Phœbus and Daphne Applied . To Phyllis 178 178 On a Girdle 178 Go , Lovely Rose ! 179 SIR JOHN SUCKLING ( 1609-1622 ) A Doubt of Martyrdom The Constant Lover 179 179 Why ...
... Praise and Prayer 178 178 EDMUND WALLER ( 1606-1687 ) The Story of Phœbus and Daphne Applied . To Phyllis 178 178 On a Girdle 178 Go , Lovely Rose ! 179 SIR JOHN SUCKLING ( 1609-1622 ) A Doubt of Martyrdom The Constant Lover 179 179 Why ...
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... PRAISE OF HIS LOVE GERALDINE From Tuscan came my lady's worthy race ; Fair Florence was sometime her ancient seat ; The Western isle whose pleasant shore doth face Wild Camber's cliffs did give her lively heat ; THOMAS SACKVILLE , LORD ...
... PRAISE OF HIS LOVE GERALDINE From Tuscan came my lady's worthy race ; Fair Florence was sometime her ancient seat ; The Western isle whose pleasant shore doth face Wild Camber's cliffs did give her lively heat ; THOMAS SACKVILLE , LORD ...
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... PRAISE OF HIS LOVE WHEREIN HE REPROVETH THEM THAT COM- PARE THEIR LADIES WITH HIS Give place , ye lovers , here before That spent your boasts and brags in vain ; My lady's beauty passeth more The best of yours , I dare well sayn , Than ...
... PRAISE OF HIS LOVE WHEREIN HE REPROVETH THEM THAT COM- PARE THEIR LADIES WITH HIS Give place , ye lovers , here before That spent your boasts and brags in vain ; My lady's beauty passeth more The best of yours , I dare well sayn , Than ...
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... praise than to abate the edge which she should whet , to pardon where she should punish , to reward where she should revenge ? 15 I myself being in England when her to Majesty was for her recreation in her barge upon the Thames , heard ...
... praise than to abate the edge which she should whet , to pardon where she should punish , to reward where she should revenge ? 15 I myself being in England when her to Majesty was for her recreation in her barge upon the Thames , heard ...
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Century Readings for a Course in English Literature, 2 tomas John William Cunliffe Visos knygos peržiūra - 1914 |
Century Readings for a Course in English Literature John William Cunliffe,James Francis Augustin Pyre,Karl Young Visos knygos peržiūra - 1921 |
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Antistrophe beauty breath bright called church Church of England clouds dark dead dear death deep delight Demogorgon doth dream earth eyes fair fear feel fire flowers Gawaine gentle give glory grace Guenever hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart heaven honor hope hour king King Arthur lady land leave light live look Lord Lucan the Butler mind nature never night noble nymph o'er pain passed passion pleasure poems poet poetry praise rest Robin Hood round Samian wine Semichorus sigh sight sing Sir Bedivere Sir Ector Sir Launcelot Sir Lucan Sir Mordred sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit stars sweet tears tell thee ther thine things thought tion truth unto verse weary weep wind wings words wyllowe youth
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