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الصفحة 444 - Alas, and woe is me! Sigh no more, lady, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever: One foot on sea and one on land, To one thing constant never. Hadst thou been fond, he had been false, And left thee sad and heavy; For young men ever were fickle found, Since summer trees were leafy.
الصفحة 454 - O? O, I hae killed my hauke sae guid, Mither, mither: O, I hae killed my hauke sae guid: And I had nae mair bot hee, O.
الصفحة 443 - And art thou dead, thou gentle youth ! And art thou dead and gone ! And didst thou...
الصفحة 449 - Nowe thou doest lye of mee ; A knight mee gott, and a ladye me bore, Soe never did none by thee. But light nowe downe, my ladye faire, Light downe, and hold my steed, While I and this discourteous knighte Doe trye this arduous deede. But light now downe, my deare ladye, Light downe, and hold my horse ; While I and this discourteous knight Doe trye our valour's force.
الصفحة 459 - Now she has kilted her robes of green A piece below her knee, And a' the live-lang winter night The dead corp followed she.
الصفحة 466 - You violets that first appear, By your pure purple mantles known Like the proud virgins of the year, As if the spring were all your own ; What are you when the rose is blown ? So, when my mistress shall be seen In form and beauty of her mind, By virtue first, then choice, a Queen, Tell me, if she were not design'd Th...
الصفحة 461 - Ellen, As you doe tell to mee; Then you must cut your gowne of greene, An inch above your knee...
الصفحة 459 - There's no room at my side, Margret, My coffin is made so meet. Then up and crew the red red cock, And up then crew the gray: Tis time, tis time, my dear Margret, That I were gane away.
الصفحة 444 - His cheek was redder than the rose ; The comeliest youth was he ; But he is dead and laid in his grave ; Alas, and woe is me ! " " Sigh no more, lady, sigh no more ; Men were deceivers ever ; One foot on sea and one on land, To one thing constant never...
الصفحة 432 - What cradle wert thou rocked in ? " In hope devoyde of feares." What lulld thee then asleepe ? "Sweete speech, which likes me best." Tell me, where is thy dwelling place ? "In gentle hartes I rest.

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