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O tell me , Tam Lin , ' she says , ' For ' s sake that died on tree , If e'er ye was in holy chapel , Or Christendom did see ? ' me , tell sharp ' Roxbrugh he was my grandfather , Took me with him to bide , And ance it fell upon a day ...
O tell me , Tam Lin , ' she says , ' For ' s sake that died on tree , If e'er ye was in holy chapel , Or Christendom did see ? ' me , tell sharp ' Roxbrugh he was my grandfather , Took me with him to bide , And ance it fell upon a day ...
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He ventures in : let no buzzed whisper tell : All eyes be muffled , or a hundred swords Will storm his heart , Love's fev'rous citadel : For him , those chambers held barbarian hordes , Hyena foemen , and hot - blooded lords , Whose ...
He ventures in : let no buzzed whisper tell : All eyes be muffled , or a hundred swords Will storm his heart , Love's fev'rous citadel : For him , those chambers held barbarian hordes , Hyena foemen , and hot - blooded lords , Whose ...
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Whether tempter sent , or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore , o pask Desolate yet all undaunted , on this desert land enchanted - On this home by horror haunted – tell me truly , I implore – Is there – is there balm in Gilead ...
Whether tempter sent , or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore , o pask Desolate yet all undaunted , on this desert land enchanted - On this home by horror haunted – tell me truly , I implore – Is there – is there balm in Gilead ...
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Contents
I | 1 |
John SKBLTON c 14601529 | 12 |
SIR PHILIP SIDNEY 15541586 | 56 |
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Bibliographic information
| Title | The Penguin Book of Narrative Verse Part 49 of The Penguin poets |
| Editor | David Herbert |
| Publisher | Middlesex, 1960 |
| Original from | the University of Michigan |
| Digitized | 27 Feb 2005 |
| Length | 462 pages |
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