An Oxford Anthology of English PoetryHoward Foster Lowry, Willard Thorp |
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... kind , Come not from any mortal place . In heaven it self thou sure wer't drest With that angel - like disguise ; Thus deluded am I blest , And see my joy with closed eyes . But , ah , this image is too kind To be other than a dream ...
... kind , Come not from any mortal place . In heaven it self thou sure wer't drest With that angel - like disguise ; Thus deluded am I blest , And see my joy with closed eyes . But , ah , this image is too kind To be other than a dream ...
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... kind Gentle- men , strange news to tell ye ; I am the ghost of poor departed Nelly . Sweet Ladies , be not frighted ; I'le be civil ; I'm what I was , a little harmless devil . For , after death , we sprights have just such natures , We ...
... kind Gentle- men , strange news to tell ye ; I am the ghost of poor departed Nelly . Sweet Ladies , be not frighted ; I'le be civil ; I'm what I was , a little harmless devil . For , after death , we sprights have just such natures , We ...
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... kind sir , give me one penny , To ease my weary limb . ' ' I prithee , sweetheart , canst thou tell me Where that thou wast born ? ' ' At Islington , kind sir , ' said she , ' Where I have had many a scorn . ' ' I prithee , sweetheart ...
... kind sir , give me one penny , To ease my weary limb . ' ' I prithee , sweetheart , canst thou tell me Where that thou wast born ? ' ' At Islington , kind sir , ' said she , ' Where I have had many a scorn . ' ' I prithee , sweetheart ...
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