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III 2 Come unto these yellow sands , And then take hands : Courtsied when you
have , and kiss'd The wild waves whist , Foot it featly here and there ; And , sweet
Sprites , the burthen bear . Hark , hark ! Bow - bow . The watch - dogs bark : Bow
...
III 2 Come unto these yellow sands , And then take hands : Courtsied when you
have , and kiss'd The wild waves whist , Foot it featly here and there ; And , sweet
Sprites , the burthen bear . Hark , hark ! Bow - bow . The watch - dogs bark : Bow
...
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V TIME AND LOVE I When I have seen by Time's fell hand defaced The rich
proud cost of oul - worn buried age ; When sometime lofty towers I see down -
razed , And brass eternal slave to mortal rage ; When I have seen the hungry
ocean ...
V TIME AND LOVE I When I have seen by Time's fell hand defaced The rich
proud cost of oul - worn buried age ; When sometime lofty towers I see down -
razed , And brass eternal slave to mortal rage ; When I have seen the hungry
ocean ...
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... Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn'd In process of the seasons
have I seen , Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burn'd , Since first I saw you
fresh , which yet are green . Ah ! yet doth beauty , like a dial - hand , Steal from
his ...
... Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn'd In process of the seasons
have I seen , Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burn'd , Since first I saw you
fresh , which yet are green . Ah ! yet doth beauty , like a dial - hand , Steal from
his ...
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... XXIV TO HIS LOVE When in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of
the fairest wights , And beauty making beautiful old rhyme In praise of ladies
dead , and lovely knights ; Then in the blazon of sweet beauty's best Of hand , of
foot ...
... XXIV TO HIS LOVE When in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of
the fairest wights , And beauty making beautiful old rhyme In praise of ladies
dead , and lovely knights ; Then in the blazon of sweet beauty's best Of hand , of
foot ...
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Air , quoth he , thy cheeks may blow ; Air , would I might triumph so ! But , alack ,
my hand is sworn Ne'er to pluck thee from thy thurn : Vow , alack , for youth
unmeet ; Youth so apt to pluck a sweet . Do not call it sin in me That I am forsworn
for ...
Air , quoth he , thy cheeks may blow ; Air , would I might triumph so ! But , alack ,
my hand is sworn Ne'er to pluck thee from thy thurn : Vow , alack , for youth
unmeet ; Youth so apt to pluck a sweet . Do not call it sin in me That I am forsworn
for ...
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Пользовательский отзыв - chibitika - LibraryThingEnglish poetry from the 1500's through the 1800's. Dedicated to Alfred Tennyson, Poet Laureate of Great Britain and Ireland from 1850-1892. It has end notes with lots of extra information, an index of ... Читать весь отзыв
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