Six Centuries of Great Poetry, Volume 2033Robert Penn Warren, Albert Erskine |
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... Leave Me Thus ? And wilt thou leave me thus ? Say nay , say nay , for shame ! To save thee from the blame Of all my grief and grame.1 And wilt thou leave me thus ? Say nay ! say nay ! And wilt thou leave me thus , That hath loved thee ...
... Leave Me Thus ? And wilt thou leave me thus ? Say nay , say nay , for shame ! To save thee from the blame Of all my grief and grame.1 And wilt thou leave me thus ? Say nay ! say nay ! And wilt thou leave me thus , That hath loved thee ...
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... leave such minds to nourish . " * Dear , do reason no such spite : Never doth thy beauty flourish More than in my reason's sight . " " But the wrongs Love bears will make Love at length leave undertaking . " No , the more fools it do ...
... leave such minds to nourish . " * Dear , do reason no such spite : Never doth thy beauty flourish More than in my reason's sight . " " But the wrongs Love bears will make Love at length leave undertaking . " No , the more fools it do ...
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... leave to love , What will you do ? Shall I your mirth , or passion move , When I begin to woo ; Will you torment , or scorn , or love me too ? Each petty beauty can disdain , and I Spite of your hate Without your leave can see , and die ...
... leave to love , What will you do ? Shall I your mirth , or passion move , When I begin to woo ; Will you torment , or scorn , or love me too ? Each petty beauty can disdain , and I Spite of your hate Without your leave can see , and die ...
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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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