Six Centuries of Great Poetry, Volume 2033Robert Penn Warren, Albert Erskine |
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... heart that thought the thought , And curst the hand that fired the shot , When in my arms burd Helen dropt , And died to succour mel O think na ye my heart was sair , When my Love dropt down and spake nae mair ! I laid her down wi ...
... heart that thought the thought , And curst the hand that fired the shot , When in my arms burd Helen dropt , And died to succour mel O think na ye my heart was sair , When my Love dropt down and spake nae mair ! I laid her down wi ...
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... Heart My true Love hath my heart , and I have his , By just exchange one for the other given : I hold his dear , and mine he cannot miss ; There never was a better bargain driven . His heart in me keeps me and him in one , My heart in ...
... Heart My true Love hath my heart , and I have his , By just exchange one for the other given : I hold his dear , and mine he cannot miss ; There never was a better bargain driven . His heart in me keeps me and him in one , My heart in ...
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... heart do owe . It is a wounded heart , Wherein yet sticks the dart , Every piece sore hurt throughout it , Faith and Troth writ round about it : It was a tame heart , and a dear , And never used to roam ; But having got this haunt , I ...
... heart do owe . It is a wounded heart , Wherein yet sticks the dart , Every piece sore hurt throughout it , Faith and Troth writ round about it : It was a tame heart , and a dear , And never used to roam ; But having got this haunt , I ...
Contents
Gay John 283285 | 50 |
Gray Thomas 292299 | 111 |
Griffin Bartholomew | 117 |
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