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Page 134
... hair ; Some hang upon the pendants of her ear ; With beating hearts the dire event they wait , Anxious , and trembling for the birth of Fate . 1. Belinda's lap - dog . CANTO III Close by those meads , for ever crowned 134.
... hair ; Some hang upon the pendants of her ear ; With beating hearts the dire event they wait , Anxious , and trembling for the birth of Fate . 1. Belinda's lap - dog . CANTO III Close by those meads , for ever crowned 134.
Page 188
... Close pressed to Moy , they mark their fears By shivering limbs and stifled growl . Untouched , the harp began to ring , As softly , slowly , oped the door ; And shook responsive every string , As , light , a footstep pressed the floor ...
... Close pressed to Moy , they mark their fears By shivering limbs and stifled growl . Untouched , the harp began to ring , As softly , slowly , oped the door ; And shook responsive every string , As , light , a footstep pressed the floor ...
Page 276
... Close , close to thine in that quick - falling dew Of fruitful kisses , thick as Autumn rains Flash in the pools of whirling Simois . 1 ' O mother , hear me yet before I die 276.
... Close , close to thine in that quick - falling dew Of fruitful kisses , thick as Autumn rains Flash in the pools of whirling Simois . 1 ' O mother , hear me yet before I die 276.
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GEOFFREY CHAUCER 1340?1400 | 1 |
ROBERT HENRYSON c 14301506 | 7 |
ANONYMOUS | 15 |
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