Poetry of the English Renaissance, 1509-1660John William Hebel, Hoyt Hopewell Hudson |
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... pain , torment with care , Of grief right sure , of joy full bare , Clean in despair by cruelty , But ha ha ! ha ! full well is me , For I am now at liberty . not ΤΟ The woeful days so full of pain , The weary night all spent in vain ...
... pain , torment with care , Of grief right sure , of joy full bare , Clean in despair by cruelty , But ha ha ! ha ! full well is me , For I am now at liberty . not ΤΟ The woeful days so full of pain , The weary night all spent in vain ...
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... pain How can the tree but waste and wither away That hath not some time comfort of the sun ? How can that flower but fade and soon decay That always is with dark clouds over - run ? Is this a life ? Nay , death you may it call , That ...
... pain How can the tree but waste and wither away That hath not some time comfort of the sun ? How can that flower but fade and soon decay That always is with dark clouds over - run ? Is this a life ? Nay , death you may it call , That ...
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... pain and smart . Sometime by me she sat , when she had played her fill , 10 And ever when she rested had , about she flittered still . When I perceived her well , rejoicing in her place , O happy fly , quoth I , and eke O worm in happy ...
... pain and smart . Sometime by me she sat , when she had played her fill , 10 And ever when she rested had , about she flittered still . When I perceived her well , rejoicing in her place , O happy fly , quoth I , and eke O worm in happy ...
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