Gwin King of Norway (William Blake Poems)
Come, kings, and listen to my song: When Gwin, the son of Nore, Over the nations of the North His ...
Come, kings, and listen to my song: When Gwin, the son of Nore, Over the nations of the North His ...
All the night in woe, Lyca's parents go: Over vallies deep. While the desarts weep. Tired and woe-begone. Hoarse with ...
A flower was offered to me; Such a flower as May never bore. But I said I've a Pretty Rose-tree. ...
I went to the Garden of Love. And saw what I never had seen: A Chapel was built in the ...
I went to the Garden of Love, And saw what I never had seen: A Chapel was built in the ...
A flower was offered to me: Such a flower as May never bore. But I said "I’ve a Pretty Rose-tree", ...
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