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... fair forheed ; It was almoost a spanne brood , I trowe , 15 : 160 73 165 For hardily , she was nat undergrowe . Ful fetys 71 was hir cloke , as I was war ; Of smal coral aboute hir arm she bar A peire of bedes , gauded al with grene ...
... fair forheed ; It was almoost a spanne brood , I trowe , 15 : 160 73 165 For hardily , she was nat undergrowe . Ful fetys 71 was hir cloke , as I was war ; Of smal coral aboute hir arm she bar A peire of bedes , gauded al with grene ...
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... fair ; She cast not back a pitying eye : But left her lover in despair ; To sigh , to languish , and to die : Ah , how can those fair eyes endure To give the wounds they will not cure ! Great god of love , why hast thou made A face that ...
... fair ; She cast not back a pitying eye : But left her lover in despair ; To sigh , to languish , and to die : Ah , how can those fair eyes endure To give the wounds they will not cure ! Great god of love , why hast thou made A face that ...
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... fair Lesley , Thy subjects we , before thee ; Thou art divine , fair Lesley , The hearts o ' men adore thee . The deil he couldna scaith thee , Or aught that wad belang thee ; He'd look into thy bonnie face , And say , " I canna wrang ...
... fair Lesley , Thy subjects we , before thee ; Thou art divine , fair Lesley , The hearts o ' men adore thee . The deil he couldna scaith thee , Or aught that wad belang thee ; He'd look into thy bonnie face , And say , " I canna wrang ...
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beauty bird blood breath cloud cold dark dead death doth dream dust E. E. Cummings earth eternal eyes face fair fear fire flowers glory grace grave green Greensleeves hair hand hath hear heart heaven Heigh holy kiss koude leaves light live look Lord Lord Randal Louis MacNeice lullaby mind moon morning mother never night o'er pain Poems rain reprinted by permission Richard Wilbur rose round Samian wine seyde shal shine shore silent sing Sir Patrick Spens sleep smile snow song soul spring stars sweet tell Thanne thee ther thine things thou art thought Timor mortis conturbat tree unto voice W. B. Yeats W. H. Auden W. S. Merwin weep whan wild wind wings wolde word ΙΟ