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65 70 My gayest gelding I thee gave , , To ride wherever liked thee ; No lady ever was so brave , And yet thou wouldst not love me . Greensleeves was all my joy My men were clothéd all in green , And they did ever wait on thee : All ...
65 70 My gayest gelding I thee gave , , To ride wherever liked thee ; No lady ever was so brave , And yet thou wouldst not love me . Greensleeves was all my joy My men were clothéd all in green , And they did ever wait on thee : All ...
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Thou little think'st and less dost know The cause of this thy mother's moan ; Thou want'st the wit to wail her woe , And I myself am all alone : Why dost thou weep ? why dost thou wail ? And know'st not yet what thou dost ail .
Thou little think'st and less dost know The cause of this thy mother's moan ; Thou want'st the wit to wail her woe , And I myself am all alone : Why dost thou weep ? why dost thou wail ? And know'st not yet what thou dost ail .
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Now folds the lily all her sweetness up , And slips into the bosom of the lake ; So fold thyself , my dearest , thou , and slip Into bosom and be lost in me . ( 1847 ) my From In Memoriam A. H. H. 1 1 Obiit 1833 PROLOGUE 5 IO Strong Son ...
Now folds the lily all her sweetness up , And slips into the bosom of the lake ; So fold thyself , my dearest , thou , and slip Into bosom and be lost in me . ( 1847 ) my From In Memoriam A. H. H. 1 1 Obiit 1833 PROLOGUE 5 IO Strong Son ...
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In al his lyf unto no maner wight | 38 |
Of fustian 42 he wered a gypon | 45 |
JOHN SKELTON | 51 |
Urheberrecht | |
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