English Masterpieces: From the beginnings through the XVIII century |
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I shall henceforth hold thee , hero beloved , As child of my own , and cherish thee fondly In kinship new . Thou shalt never lack Meed of reward that is mine to give . For deeds less mighty have I many times granted Fullest reward to ...
I shall henceforth hold thee , hero beloved , As child of my own , and cherish thee fondly In kinship new . Thou shalt never lack Meed of reward that is mine to give . For deeds less mighty have I many times granted Fullest reward to ...
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Then the other laughed and said gaily , “ I wot I am whole of the hurt I had , and thou hast made such free confession of thy misdeeds , and hast so borne the penance of mine axe edge , that I hold thee absolved from that sin ...
Then the other laughed and said gaily , “ I wot I am whole of the hurt I had , and thou hast made such free confession of thy misdeeds , and hast so borne the penance of mine axe edge , that I hold thee absolved from that sin ...
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65 Since brass , nor stone , nor earth , nor boundless sea , But sad mortality o'ersways their power , How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea , Whose action is no stronger than a flower ? O , how shall summer's honey breath hold ...
65 Since brass , nor stone , nor earth , nor boundless sea , But sad mortality o'ersways their power , How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea , Whose action is no stronger than a flower ? O , how shall summer's honey breath hold ...
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