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... fingers in her sauce deep ; Well could she carry a morsel , and well keep , That no drop neer fell upon her breast . In courtesie was set full much her lest . # # * And certainly she was of great disport , And full pleasant , and ...
... fingers in her sauce deep ; Well could she carry a morsel , and well keep , That no drop neer fell upon her breast . In courtesie was set full much her lest . # # * And certainly she was of great disport , And full pleasant , and ...
Page 78
... fingers rude Shatter leaves before the mellowing year . your Bitter constraint , and sad occasion dear , Compels me to disturb your season due ; For Lycidas is dead , dead ere his prime ; Young Lycidas , and hath not left his peer . Who ...
... fingers rude Shatter leaves before the mellowing year . your Bitter constraint , and sad occasion dear , Compels me to disturb your season due ; For Lycidas is dead , dead ere his prime ; Young Lycidas , and hath not left his peer . Who ...
Page 131
... fingers cold , Returns to deck their hallowed mould , She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod . By fairy hands their knell is rung : By forms unseen their dirge is sung ; There Honour comes , a pilgrim gray ...
... fingers cold , Returns to deck their hallowed mould , She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod . By fairy hands their knell is rung : By forms unseen their dirge is sung ; There Honour comes , a pilgrim gray ...
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