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الصفحة 315
But I cannot tell : 15 prospect be with pity , and not with swelling light into the face of his chosen . The poet that beautified the sect , that was otherwise inferior to the rest , saith yet excellently well : ' It is a ...
But I cannot tell : 15 prospect be with pity , and not with swelling light into the face of his chosen . The poet that beautified the sect , that was otherwise inferior to the rest , saith yet excellently well : ' It is a ...
الصفحة 371
Ask me no more where those stars ' light , That downwards fall in dead of night ; For in your eyes they sit , and there Fixed become , as in their sphere . Ask me no more if east or west The phoenix builds her spicy nest ; For unto you ...
Ask me no more where those stars ' light , That downwards fall in dead of night ; For in your eyes they sit , and there Fixed become , as in their sphere . Ask me no more if east or west The phoenix builds her spicy nest ; For unto you ...
الصفحة 734
A ranger , lady , winds his horn , And ' t is at peep of light ; His blast is heard at merry morn , And mine at dead of night . ' Yet sung she , ' Brignal banks are fair , And Greta woods are gay ; I would I were with Edmund there ...
A ranger , lady , winds his horn , And ' t is at peep of light ; His blast is heard at merry morn , And mine at dead of night . ' Yet sung she , ' Brignal banks are fair , And Greta woods are gay ; I would I were with Edmund there ...
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