Timor Mortis Conturbat Me (John Awdelay Poems)
Lade, helpe. Jhesu, merce.Timor mortis conturbat me.Dred of deth, sorrow of synTrobils my hert full greuysly.My soule hit nyth with ...
Lade, helpe. Jhesu, merce.Timor mortis conturbat me.Dred of deth, sorrow of synTrobils my hert full greuysly.My soule hit nyth with ...
Here at right of the entrance this bronze head, Human, superhuman, a bird's round eye, Everything else withered and mummy-dead. ...
I Under the Great Comedian's tomb the crowd. A bundle of tempestuous cloud is blown About the sky; where that ...
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