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الصفحة 189
Vengeance shall fall on thy disdain , That makest but game on earnest pain ; Think not alone under the sun Unquit to cause thy lovers playn , Although my lute and I have done . May chance thee lie withered and old , In winter nights ...
Vengeance shall fall on thy disdain , That makest but game on earnest pain ; Think not alone under the sun Unquit to cause thy lovers playn , Although my lute and I have done . May chance thee lie withered and old , In winter nights ...
الصفحة 235
Some yet speed well kind but ill bodes new and though all men of my His speech is not Have cause to doubt . forgot , - That princes had too little , we too much . God give him grace - but ' t is ill trusting -- such .
Some yet speed well kind but ill bodes new and though all men of my His speech is not Have cause to doubt . forgot , - That princes had too little , we too much . God give him grace - but ' t is ill trusting -- such .
الصفحة 273
Or make pale my cheeks with care , ' Cause another's rosy are ? Be she fairer than the day Or the flowery meads in May , If she be not so to me What care I how fair she be ? 5 Sir Philip Sidney ( 1554-1586 ) ASTROPHEL AND STELLA 15 ...
Or make pale my cheeks with care , ' Cause another's rosy are ? Be she fairer than the day Or the flowery meads in May , If she be not so to me What care I how fair she be ? 5 Sir Philip Sidney ( 1554-1586 ) ASTROPHEL AND STELLA 15 ...
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