English Masterpieces: From the beginnings through the XVIII century |
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True Thomas he took off his hat , And bowed him low down till his knee : " All hail , thou mighty Queen of Heaven ! For your peer on earth I never did see . " 4. " O no , O no , True Thomas , ” she says , “ That name does not belong to ...
True Thomas he took off his hat , And bowed him low down till his knee : " All hail , thou mighty Queen of Heaven ! For your peer on earth I never did see . " 4. " O no , O no , True Thomas , ” she says , “ That name does not belong to ...
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O , stay and hear ; your true love's coming , That can sing both high and low . Trip no further , pretty sweeting ; Journeys end in lovers meeting , Every wise man's son doth know . What is love ? ' t is not hereafter .
O , stay and hear ; your true love's coming , That can sing both high and low . Trip no further , pretty sweeting ; Journeys end in lovers meeting , Every wise man's son doth know . What is love ? ' t is not hereafter .
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Though she were true when you met her , And last till you write your letter , Yet she Will be False , ere I come , to two or three . THE INDIFFERENT I can love both fair and brown ; Her whom abundance melts , and her whom want betrays ...
Though she were true when you met her , And last till you write your letter , Yet she Will be False , ere I come , to two or three . THE INDIFFERENT I can love both fair and brown ; Her whom abundance melts , and her whom want betrays ...
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