English Masterpieces, Volumen1P. Owen, 1957 |
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... hear it was great pity . Fie , fie , fie , now would she cry ; Teru , teru , by and by : That to hear her so complain Scarce I could from tears refrain ; For her griefs so lively shown Made me think upon mine own . Ah , thought I , thou ...
... hear it was great pity . Fie , fie , fie , now would she cry ; Teru , teru , by and by : That to hear her so complain Scarce I could from tears refrain ; For her griefs so lively shown Made me think upon mine own . Ah , thought I , thou ...
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... hear . " Drop thy pipe , thy happy pipe ; Sing thy songs of happy cheer : " So I sang the same again , While he wept with joy to hear . " Piper , sit thee down and write In a book , that all may read . " So he vanished from my sight ...
... hear . " Drop thy pipe , thy happy pipe ; Sing thy songs of happy cheer : " So I sang the same again , While he wept with joy to hear . " Piper , sit thee down and write In a book , that all may read . " So he vanished from my sight ...
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... hear my earnest cry and pray'r , Against that Presbyt'ry of Ayr ; Thy strong right hand , Lord , make it bare Upo ' their heads ! Lord visit them , an ' dinna spare For their misdeeds ! O Lord , my God ! that glib - tongu'd Aiken , My ...
... hear my earnest cry and pray'r , Against that Presbyt'ry of Ayr ; Thy strong right hand , Lord , make it bare Upo ' their heads ! Lord visit them , an ' dinna spare For their misdeeds ! O Lord , my God ! that glib - tongu'd Aiken , My ...
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MIDDLE ENGLISH LITERATURE | 58 |
GEOFFREY CHAUCER | 97 |
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