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Page 252
... morn , That day , long wished day Of all my life so dark ( If cruel stars have not my ruin sworn And fates not hope betray ) , Which , only white , deserves A diamond for ever should it mark : This is the morn should bring into this ...
... morn , That day , long wished day Of all my life so dark ( If cruel stars have not my ruin sworn And fates not hope betray ) , Which , only white , deserves A diamond for ever should it mark : This is the morn should bring into this ...
Page 536
... . Is the sable warrior fled ? Thy son is gone . He rests among the dead . The swarm that in thy noon - tide beam were born ? Gone to salute the rising morn . Fair laughs the morn , and soft the zephyr blows 536 THOMAS GRAY.
... . Is the sable warrior fled ? Thy son is gone . He rests among the dead . The swarm that in thy noon - tide beam were born ? Gone to salute the rising morn . Fair laughs the morn , and soft the zephyr blows 536 THOMAS GRAY.
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... morn in June ; And sae I flourish'd on the morn , And sae was pu'd or ' noon . Wi ' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose Upon its thorny tree ; But my fause luver staw my rose , And left the thorn wi ' me . or ' ] ere . staw ] stole . 513 Ae ...
... morn in June ; And sae I flourish'd on the morn , And sae was pu'd or ' noon . Wi ' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose Upon its thorny tree ; But my fause luver staw my rose , And left the thorn wi ' me . or ' ] ere . staw ] stole . 513 Ae ...
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Alexander Montgomerie b 1540 d | 80 |
Fulke Greville Lord Brooke b 1554 | 145 |
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