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O never say that I was false of heart, Though absence seem'd my flame to qualify:
As easy might I from my self depart As from my soul which in thy breast doth lie;
That is my home of love, if I have ranged, Like him that travels, I return again, ...
O never say that I was false of heart, Though absence seem'd my flame to qualify:
As easy might I from my self depart As from my soul which in thy breast doth lie;
That is my home of love, if I have ranged, Like him that travels, I return again, ...
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O if thou knew'st how thou thyself does harm, And dost prejudge thy bliss, and
spoil thy rest; Then thou would'st melt the ice out of thy breast And thy relenting
heart would kindly warm. O if thy pride did not our joys controul, What world of
loving ...
O if thou knew'st how thou thyself does harm, And dost prejudge thy bliss, and
spoil thy rest; Then thou would'st melt the ice out of thy breast And thy relenting
heart would kindly warm. O if thy pride did not our joys controul, What world of
loving ...
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She, poor bird, as all forlorn, Lean'd her breast against a thorn, And there sung
the dolefullest ditty, That to hear it was great pity. Fie, fie, fie, now would she cry;
Tereu, tereu, by and by: That to hear her so complain Scarce I could from tears ...
She, poor bird, as all forlorn, Lean'd her breast against a thorn, And there sung
the dolefullest ditty, That to hear it was great pity. Fie, fie, fie, now would she cry;
Tereu, tereu, by and by: That to hear her so complain Scarce I could from tears ...
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