Poetry of the English Renaissance, 1509-1660John William Hebel, Hoyt Hopewell Hudson |
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... sighs and tears , sobs , shrieks , and all yfear , That oh , alas , it was a hell to hear . We stayed us straight ... sighs the place did so complain , As if his heart at each had burst in twain . Thrice he began to tell his doleful tale ...
... sighs and tears , sobs , shrieks , and all yfear , That oh , alas , it was a hell to hear . We stayed us straight ... sighs the place did so complain , As if his heart at each had burst in twain . Thrice he began to tell his doleful tale ...
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... Sighs I sent , Sighs and words could never draw her . O my love , Thou art lost , Since no sight could ever ease thee . Phoebe sat By a fount , Sitting by a fount I spied her ; Sweet her touch , Rare her voice , Touch and voice , what ...
... Sighs I sent , Sighs and words could never draw her . O my love , Thou art lost , Since no sight could ever ease thee . Phoebe sat By a fount , Sitting by a fount I spied her ; Sweet her touch , Rare her voice , Touch and voice , what ...
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... sighs thee unto pity move . If neither tears nor sighs can aught prevail , My streaming blood thine anger shall appease ; This hand of mine by vigor shall assail To tear my heart asunder thee to please . Celestial powers , on you I ...
... sighs thee unto pity move . If neither tears nor sighs can aught prevail , My streaming blood thine anger shall appease ; This hand of mine by vigor shall assail To tear my heart asunder thee to please . Celestial powers , on you I ...
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