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Daniel A passion of dislike or else of love : O yes , ' tis he , that princely face doth bring O , The evidence of majesty to prove : That face I have conferred which now I see With that within my heart , and they agree .
Daniel A passion of dislike or else of love : O yes , ' tis he , that princely face doth bring O , The evidence of majesty to prove : That face I have conferred which now I see With that within my heart , and they agree .
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Though they should wash their guilty hands In this warm life - blood , which doth part From thine , and wound me to the heart , Yet could they not be clean : their stain Is dyed in such a purple grain . There is not such another in The ...
Though they should wash their guilty hands In this warm life - blood , which doth part From thine , and wound me to the heart , Yet could they not be clean : their stain Is dyed in such a purple grain . There is not such another in The ...
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Mortal she is , yet rising always refreshed from her ashes : She is bound to earth , yet she flies as high as a passage bird To home wherever man's heart with seasonal warmth is stirred : Innocent is her touch as the dawn's , but still ...
Mortal she is , yet rising always refreshed from her ashes : She is bound to earth , yet she flies as high as a passage bird To home wherever man's heart with seasonal warmth is stirred : Innocent is her touch as the dawn's , but still ...
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GEOFFREY CHAUCER 1340?1400 | 1 |
ROBERT HENRYSON c 14301506 | 7 |
ANONYMOUS | 15 |
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