 | Steven H. Gale - 1996 - 690 sayfa
...prevail? / Prithee, why so pale?" By poem's end, the singer unleashes the full force of derision: Quit, quit, for shame; this will not move, This cannot take her. If of her self she will not love, Nothing can make her: The devil take her! The poem combines a high degree... | |
 | Thomas Crofts - 1995 - 100 sayfa
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 | David Baker - 1996 - 404 sayfa
...why so mute? Will when speaking well can't win her, saying nothing do 't? prethee why so mute? Quit, quit for shame, this will not move, this cannot take...herself she will not love, nothing can make her: the divel take her. In stanzas 1 and 2, four lines might count as true trochaics; the rest are symmetrical,... | |
 | William Harmon - 1998 - 386 sayfa
...why so mute? Will, when speaking well can't win her, Saying nothing do't? Prithee, why so mute? Quit, quit, for shame; this will not move, This cannot take...not love, Nothing can make her: The devil take her! COMPOSED BY 1637; PUBLISHED 1638. Like "Fear No More the Heat o' the Sun" and "When Icicles Hang by... | |
 | William Gerber - 1998 - 148 sayfa
...why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale? Quit, quit for shame! This will not move. This cannot take...not love, Nothing can make her: The devil take her. America. Dorothy Parker (1893-1967) expressed as follows her indifference to those who did not like... | |
 | Connie Robertson - 1998 - 404 sayfa
...They never hurt a hair of Him, they only let Him die. SUCKLING Sir John 1609-1642 4097 Aglaura 'Song' If of herself she will not love, Nothing can make her: The devil take her! 4098 'A Ballad upon a Wedding" Her feet beneath her petticoat, Like little mice, stole in and out,... | |
 | Connie Robertson - 1998 - 686 sayfa
...saints have trod, Waste of Glory, waste of God, War! SUCKLING Sir John 1609-1642 1 1269 Aglaura 'Song' is property in peace and safety, and with the least possible expense. When 1 1270 :-! Ballad upon a Wedding' Her feet beneath her petticoat. Like little mice, stole in and out,... | |
 | Robert Cummings - 2000 - 586 sayfa
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Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her. Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale? 
