The Passionate Pilgrim , by William Shakespeare
I.
When my love swears that she is made of trut...
I.
When my love swears that she is made of trut...
Leodogran, the King of Cameliard,
Had one fa...
The last tall son of Lot and Bellicent,
And t...
Alexis, beauteous, and his lord's delight,
...
Thee too, great Pales, will I hymn, and thee...
Of air-born honey, gift of heaven, I now
Tak...
Daphnis beneath a whispering holm reclined,
A...
When Hercules, beside the Lake
Of Lerna, cut...
The basket swift-descending from the skies,
T...
Tho' great Apollo claim the poet's lyre,
Yet ...
Over Northumbria's lone, gray lands,
Over th...
I The Black Boars crouch, a huddling pile,
...
At Atri in Abruzzo, a small town
Of ancient R...
'Mid scenes magnificently grand
In forest-grou...
In the Mahouna mountain, in the Haracta glen, ...
We cross'd a brawling mountain torrent, far
F...
Cross hatched with pollen
Arms sensually akimb...
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