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Page 132
There lay three garters , half a pair of gloves , And all the trophies of his former loves ; With tender billet - doux he lights the pyre , , And breathes three am'rous sighs to raise the fire . Then prostrate falls , and begs with ...
There lay three garters , half a pair of gloves , And all the trophies of his former loves ; With tender billet - doux he lights the pyre , , And breathes three am'rous sighs to raise the fire . Then prostrate falls , and begs with ...
Page 141
Pope a Then sce ! the nymph in beauteous grief appears , Her eyes half - languishing , half - drowned in tears ; On her heaved bosom hung her drooping head , Which , with a sigh , she raised ; and thus she said .
Pope a Then sce ! the nymph in beauteous grief appears , Her eyes half - languishing , half - drowned in tears ; On her heaved bosom hung her drooping head , Which , with a sigh , she raised ; and thus she said .
Page 392
... And your strength half spent and your breath half done . Better the reeds and the sky and water Than that hopeless pad from a certain slaughter . At the Morton Pond the fields began – Long Tew's green meadows ; he ran , he ran .
... And your strength half spent and your breath half done . Better the reeds and the sky and water Than that hopeless pad from a certain slaughter . At the Morton Pond the fields began – Long Tew's green meadows ; he ran , he ran .
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GEOFFREY CHAUCER 1340?1400 | 1 |
ROBERT HENRYSON c 14301506 | 7 |
ANONYMOUS | 15 |
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