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Than upon him scho kest * up baith hir ene * , And with ane blenk it come into his thocht That he sumtime hir face befoir had sene , Bot scho was in sic plye * he knew hir nocht ; Yit than hir luik into his mind it brocht The sweit ...
Than upon him scho kest * up baith hir ene * , And with ane blenk it come into his thocht That he sumtime hir face befoir had sene , Bot scho was in sic plye * he knew hir nocht ; Yit than hir luik into his mind it brocht The sweit ...
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His generous mind disdained so mean a fate ; That passed , his next endeavour was to hate . But vainer that relief than all the rest , The less he hoped , with more desire possessed ; Love stood the siege and would not yield his breast ...
His generous mind disdained so mean a fate ; That passed , his next endeavour was to hate . But vainer that relief than all the rest , The less he hoped , with more desire possessed ; Love stood the siege and would not yield his breast ...
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But fear , the last of ills , remained behind , And horror heavy sat on ev'ry mind . Nor Theodore encouraged more his feast , But sternly looked , as hatching in his breast Some deep design , which when Honoria viewed , The fresh ...
But fear , the last of ills , remained behind , And horror heavy sat on ev'ry mind . Nor Theodore encouraged more his feast , But sternly looked , as hatching in his breast Some deep design , which when Honoria viewed , The fresh ...
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GEOFFREY CHAUCER 1340?1400 | 1 |
ROBERT HENRYSON c 14301506 | 7 |
ANONYMOUS | 15 |
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