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... pass and wear away , Each state of life by common course and trade Abides no time but hath a passing day . For look , as Life , that pleasant dame , hath brought The pleasant years and days of lustiness , So Death , our foe , consumeth ...
... pass and wear away , Each state of life by common course and trade Abides no time but hath a passing day . For look , as Life , that pleasant dame , hath brought The pleasant years and days of lustiness , So Death , our foe , consumeth ...
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... pass my weary guiltless ghost Out of my careful breast . Toll on , thou passing bell ; Ring out my doleful knell ; Let thy sound my death tell . Death doth draw nigh ; There is no remedy . My pains who can express ? Alas , they are so ...
... pass my weary guiltless ghost Out of my careful breast . Toll on , thou passing bell ; Ring out my doleful knell ; Let thy sound my death tell . Death doth draw nigh ; There is no remedy . My pains who can express ? Alas , they are so ...
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... pass , Is elder by a year , now , than it was When thou and I first one another saw : All other things to their destruction draw , Only our love hath no decay ; This , no tomorrow hath , nor yesterday ; Running , it never runs from us ...
... pass , Is elder by a year , now , than it was When thou and I first one another saw : All other things to their destruction draw , Only our love hath no decay ; This , no tomorrow hath , nor yesterday ; Running , it never runs from us ...
Contents
Gay John 283285 | 50 |
Gray Thomas 292299 | 111 |
Griffin Bartholomew | 117 |
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Six Centuries of Great Poetry: A Stunning Collection of Classic British ... Robert Penn Warren,Albert Erskine No preview available - 1992 |
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