An Oxford Anthology of English PoetryHoward Foster Lowry, Willard Thorp |
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... fair , and I am fane , My scheip gois haill aboif ; 23 And 24 we wald play us in this plane , Thay wald us bayth reproif . ' 25 ' Robene , tak tent unto my And wirk all as I reid , taill , And thow sall haif my hairt all haill , Eik and ...
... fair , and I am fane , My scheip gois haill aboif ; 23 And 24 we wald play us in this plane , Thay wald us bayth reproif . ' 25 ' Robene , tak tent unto my And wirk all as I reid , taill , And thow sall haif my hairt all haill , Eik and ...
Page 407
... fair . CHORUS Happy , happy , happy pair ! None but the brave , ΙΟ None but the brave , None but the brave deserves the fair . 20 Timotheus 74 plac'd on high Amid the tuneful quire , With flying fingers touch'd the lyre : The trembling ...
... fair . CHORUS Happy , happy , happy pair ! None but the brave , ΙΟ None but the brave , None but the brave deserves the fair . 20 Timotheus 74 plac'd on high Amid the tuneful quire , With flying fingers touch'd the lyre : The trembling ...
Page 567
... Fair 123 A robe of seeming truth and trust Hid crafty observation ; And secret hung , with poison'd crust , The dirk of defamation : A mask that like the gorget show'd , Dye - varying on the pigeon ; And for a ... FAIR 567 The Holy Fair.
... Fair 123 A robe of seeming truth and trust Hid crafty observation ; And secret hung , with poison'd crust , The dirk of defamation : A mask that like the gorget show'd , Dye - varying on the pigeon ; And for a ... FAIR 567 The Holy Fair.
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