Poetry of the English Renaissance, 1509-1660John William Hebel, Hoyt Hopewell Hudson |
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... Speak without word such words as none can tell ; The tress also should be of crispëd gold . With wit , and these , perchance I might be tied , And knit ... speaking or proffering brings alway speeding Speak thou and 16 EARLY TUDOR POETRY.
... Speak without word such words as none can tell ; The tress also should be of crispëd gold . With wit , and these , perchance I might be tied , And knit ... speaking or proffering brings alway speeding Speak thou and 16 EARLY TUDOR POETRY.
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... Speak without word such words as none can tell ; The tress also should be of crispëd gold . With wit , and these , perchance I might be tied , And knit ... speaking or proffering brings alway speeding Speak thou and 16 EARLY TUDOR POETRY.
... Speak without word such words as none can tell ; The tress also should be of crispëd gold . With wit , and these , perchance I might be tied , And knit ... speaking or proffering brings alway speeding Speak thou and 16 EARLY TUDOR POETRY.
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... speak , then sorrow shuts up words . Yea , though he say , Speak boldly what thou wilt , Yet my confused affects no speech affords . For why , alas , my passions have no bound , For fear of death that penetrates so near ; And still one ...
... speak , then sorrow shuts up words . Yea , though he say , Speak boldly what thou wilt , Yet my confused affects no speech affords . For why , alas , my passions have no bound , For fear of death that penetrates so near ; And still one ...
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