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... hands , those armes , that firmly do embrace , Me from myself , and rule the sterne of my poor life , The sweet ... hand and pen are not in plight , As they have been of yore . For reason me denyes This youthly ydle ryme , And day ...
... hands , those armes , that firmly do embrace , Me from myself , and rule the sterne of my poor life , The sweet ... hand and pen are not in plight , As they have been of yore . For reason me denyes This youthly ydle ryme , And day ...
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... hand a javelin he did bear , And on his head ( as fit for warlike stours ) A gilt engraven morion he did wear , That as some did him love , so others did him fear . Then came the jolly Summer , being dight In a thin silken cassock ...
... hand a javelin he did bear , And on his head ( as fit for warlike stours ) A gilt engraven morion he did wear , That as some did him love , so others did him fear . Then came the jolly Summer , being dight In a thin silken cassock ...
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... hands , How red the roses flush up in her cheeks ! And the pure snow , with goodly vermil stain , Like crimson dy'd in ... hand , The pledge of all your band ? Sing , ye sweet angels ! Alleluia sing , That all the woods may answer , and ...
... hands , How red the roses flush up in her cheeks ! And the pure snow , with goodly vermil stain , Like crimson dy'd in ... hand , The pledge of all your band ? Sing , ye sweet angels ! Alleluia sing , That all the woods may answer , and ...
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... hand ? Come , let me clutch thee . I have thee not , and yet I see thee still . Art thou not , fatal vision ... hands are here ? Ha ! they pluck out A THOUSAND AND ONE GEMS . 41.
... hand ? Come , let me clutch thee . I have thee not , and yet I see thee still . Art thou not , fatal vision ... hands are here ? Ha ! they pluck out A THOUSAND AND ONE GEMS . 41.
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Charles Mackay. What hands are here ? Ha ! they pluck out mine eyes ! Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand ? No ; this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnadine , Making the green one red ...
Charles Mackay. What hands are here ? Ha ! they pluck out mine eyes ! Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand ? No ; this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnadine , Making the green one red ...
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