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Edward Leeson. Give me a look , give me a face , That makes simplicity a grace ; Robes loosely flowing , hair as free : Such sweet neglect more taketh me , Than all th ' adulteries of art ; They strike mine eyes , but not my heart . TO ...
Edward Leeson. Give me a look , give me a face , That makes simplicity a grace ; Robes loosely flowing , hair as free : Such sweet neglect more taketh me , Than all th ' adulteries of art ; They strike mine eyes , but not my heart . TO ...
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... Give laud and praises due , Who every meal can mend your cheer With tales both old and true . To William all give audience , And pray ye for his noddle , For all the faeries ' evidence Were lost , if that were addle . EDWARD , LORD ...
... Give laud and praises due , Who every meal can mend your cheer With tales both old and true . To William all give audience , And pray ye for his noddle , For all the faeries ' evidence Were lost , if that were addle . EDWARD , LORD ...
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... give . We slowed again , And as the tightened brakes took hold , there swelled A sense of falling , like an arrow - shower Sent out of sight , somewhere becoming rain . DOCKERY AND SON ' DOCKERY was junior to you , Wasn't he ? ' said ...
... give . We slowed again , And as the tightened brakes took hold , there swelled A sense of falling , like an arrow - shower Sent out of sight , somewhere becoming rain . DOCKERY AND SON ' DOCKERY was junior to you , Wasn't he ? ' said ...
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