The Oxford Book of Seventeenth Century VerseSir Herbert John Clifford Grierson, Geoffrey Bullough Clarendon Press, 1934 - 974 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 274
... flame , Then marke how the heart doth fry When Cleora is so nigh . Though the flame did do its part , " Twas the name that broke the heart . Peace , no more , no more you need My sad history to read . Fold the paper up agen , And report ...
... flame , Then marke how the heart doth fry When Cleora is so nigh . Though the flame did do its part , " Twas the name that broke the heart . Peace , no more , no more you need My sad history to read . Fold the paper up agen , And report ...
الصفحة 409
... flame , And thus unto thy chamber came , To let thee see , In what a Martyrdom I burn for thee . There's no sad picture that doth dwell Upon thy Arras wall , but well Resembles me . No matter though our years do not agree , Love can ...
... flame , And thus unto thy chamber came , To let thee see , In what a Martyrdom I burn for thee . There's no sad picture that doth dwell Upon thy Arras wall , but well Resembles me . No matter though our years do not agree , Love can ...
الصفحة 571
... flame lighted from your Eyes The subject doe calcine , A Heart may be your sacrifice Too weake to be your shrine . MS . Malone 13 ( Bodleian ) To the tune of , In fayth I cannot keepe my fathers sheepe ' LORIS , it is not thy disdaine ...
... flame lighted from your Eyes The subject doe calcine , A Heart may be your sacrifice Too weake to be your shrine . MS . Malone 13 ( Bodleian ) To the tune of , In fayth I cannot keepe my fathers sheepe ' LORIS , it is not thy disdaine ...
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