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... dear , Mither , mither ; OI hae kill'd my father dear , Alas , and wae is me , O ! ' ' And whatten penance will ye Edward , Edward ? dree for that , Whatten penance will ye dree for that ? My dear son , now tell me , O. ' dule ye dree ...
... dear , Mither , mither ; OI hae kill'd my father dear , Alas , and wae is me , O ! ' ' And whatten penance will ye Edward , Edward ? dree for that , Whatten penance will ye dree for that ? My dear son , now tell me , O. ' dule ye dree ...
Page 590
... dear , And the rocks melt wi ' the sun ; I will luve thee still , my dear , While the sands o ' life shall run . And fare thee weel , my only Luve , And fare thee weel a while ! And I will come again , my Luve , Tho ' it were ten ...
... dear , And the rocks melt wi ' the sun ; I will luve thee still , my dear , While the sands o ' life shall run . And fare thee weel , my only Luve , And fare thee weel a while ! And I will come again , my Luve , Tho ' it were ten ...
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... dear , ' Tis never too late for delight , my dear ; And the best of all ways To lengthen our days Is to steal a few hours from the night , my dear ! Now all the world is sleeping , love , But the Sage , his star - watch keeping , love ...
... dear , ' Tis never too late for delight , my dear ; And the best of all ways To lengthen our days Is to steal a few hours from the night , my dear ! Now all the world is sleeping , love , But the Sage , his star - watch keeping , love ...
Contents
50 | 73 |
Alexander Montgomerie b 1540 d | 80 |
Fulke Greville Lord Brooke b 1554 | 145 |
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