English Masterpieces, Volume 1P. Owen, 1957 |
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Hunley Whatley Herrinton. How much more praise deserved thy beauty's use If thou couldst answer , " This fair child of mine Shall sum my count and make my old excuse , " Proving his beauty by succession thine ! This were to be new made ...
Hunley Whatley Herrinton. How much more praise deserved thy beauty's use If thou couldst answer , " This fair child of mine Shall sum my count and make my old excuse , " Proving his beauty by succession thine ! This were to be new made ...
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... beauty still . Three winters cold Have from the forests shook three summers ' pride , Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turned In process of the seasons have I seen . Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burned , Since first I ...
... beauty still . Three winters cold Have from the forests shook three summers ' pride , Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turned In process of the seasons have I seen . Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burned , Since first I ...
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... beauty , which a picture can- not express ; no , nor the first sight of life . There is no ex- cellent beauty that hath not some strangeness in the propor- tion . A man cannot tell whether Apelles or Albert Durer were the more trifler ...
... beauty , which a picture can- not express ; no , nor the first sight of life . There is no ex- cellent beauty that hath not some strangeness in the propor- tion . A man cannot tell whether Apelles or Albert Durer were the more trifler ...
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MIDDLE ENGLISH LITERATURE | 58 |
GEOFFREY CHAUCER | 97 |
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