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Page 139
... hath my heart , and I have his , By just exchange one for another given : I hold his dear , and mine he cannot miss , There never was a better bargain driven : My true love hath my heart , and I have his . His heart in me keeps him and ...
... hath my heart , and I have his , By just exchange one for another given : I hold his dear , and mine he cannot miss , There never was a better bargain driven : My true love hath my heart , and I have his . His heart in me keeps him and ...
Page 147
... hath the morning sun At first to look upon her ; And Phillis hath morn - waking birds Her risings still to honour . My Phillis hath prime - feather'd flowers , That smile when she treads on them ; And Phillis hath a gallant flock , That ...
... hath the morning sun At first to look upon her ; And Phillis hath morn - waking birds Her risings still to honour . My Phillis hath prime - feather'd flowers , That smile when she treads on them ; And Phillis hath a gallant flock , That ...
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Arthur Quiller-Couch. Man hath still either toys or care ; He hath no root , nor to one place is tied , But ever restless and irregular About the earth doth run and ride , He knows he hath a home , but scarce knows where ; He says it is ...
Arthur Quiller-Couch. Man hath still either toys or care ; He hath no root , nor to one place is tied , But ever restless and irregular About the earth doth run and ride , He knows he hath a home , but scarce knows where ; He says it is ...
Contents
50 | 73 |
Alexander Montgomerie b 1540 d | 80 |
Fulke Greville Lord Brooke b 1554 | 145 |
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The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250-1918 Arthur Quiller-Couch,Sir Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch No preview available - 1966 |
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