An Oxford Anthology of English PoetryHoward Foster Lowry, Willard Thorp |
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Page 63
... youth that I thought sweet , As time requires for my behove , Methinks they are not meet . My lusts they do me leave , My fancies all be fled , And tract of time begins to weave Grey hairs upon my head . For age with stealing steps Hath ...
... youth that I thought sweet , As time requires for my behove , Methinks they are not meet . My lusts they do me leave , My fancies all be fled , And tract of time begins to weave Grey hairs upon my head . For age with stealing steps Hath ...
Page 93
... youth first erred ; There where I lost the flower which hon- our keeps ; There where the worser thrives , the better weeps . Ah me , poor wench , on this unhappy shelf I grounded me and cast away myself . There whereas frail and tender ...
... youth first erred ; There where I lost the flower which hon- our keeps ; There where the worser thrives , the better weeps . Ah me , poor wench , on this unhappy shelf I grounded me and cast away myself . There whereas frail and tender ...
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... Youth like a star ; and what to youth be long- Gay raiment , sparkling gauds , elation strong . A prop gave way ! crash fell a platform ! lo , ' Mid struggling sufferers , hurt to death , she lay ! Shuddering , they drew her garments ...
... Youth like a star ; and what to youth be long- Gay raiment , sparkling gauds , elation strong . A prop gave way ! crash fell a platform ! lo , ' Mid struggling sufferers , hurt to death , she lay ! Shuddering , they drew her garments ...
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Sir Walter Raleigh to the Queen | 24 |
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