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His youth ' gainst time and age hath ever spurned , But spurned in vain ; youth waneth by increasing : Beauty , strength , youth , are flowers but fading seen ; Duty , faith , love , are roots , and ever green .
His youth ' gainst time and age hath ever spurned , But spurned in vain ; youth waneth by increasing : Beauty , strength , youth , are flowers but fading seen ; Duty , faith , love , are roots , and ever green .
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so CHIDIOCK TICHBORNE ( 15587–1586 ) His Elegy WRITTEN BEFORE HIS EXECUTION a My prime of youth is but a frost of cares ; : My feast of joy is but a dish of pain ; of corn is but a field of tares ; And all my good is but vain hope of ...
so CHIDIOCK TICHBORNE ( 15587–1586 ) His Elegy WRITTEN BEFORE HIS EXECUTION a My prime of youth is but a frost of cares ; : My feast of joy is but a dish of pain ; of corn is but a field of tares ; And all my good is but vain hope of ...
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Thou idol of the human race , Thou tyrant of the human heart , The flower of lovely youth that art ; Yea , and that standest in thy youth An image of eternal Truth , With thy exuberant flesh so fair , That only Pheidias 2 might compare ...
Thou idol of the human race , Thou tyrant of the human heart , The flower of lovely youth that art ; Yea , and that standest in thy youth An image of eternal Truth , With thy exuberant flesh so fair , That only Pheidias 2 might compare ...
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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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beauty birds blood body born breath child cloud cold dark dead death delight doth dream dust earth eternal eyes face fair fall fear fire flowers give gone grace grave green grow hand hath head hear heart heaven hill hold hour land leaves light live look Lord mind morning mother move nature never night once pain pass play pleasure poor rain rest rise rose round seen sense shine sing sleep smile song soon soul sound spirit spring stand stars strong sweet tears Tell thee things thou thought tree turn unto voice walk weep wind wings young youth