Poems by George Gascoigne
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Sonnet III
... Then peevish pride puffed up my swelling heart, ...
When Thou Hast Spent The Lingering Day
... Thy life shall cleanse thy corn from weeds, and thine shall be the gain ...
Amid My Bale I Bathe In Bliss
... These things seem strange, yet are they true, ...
A Lullaby
... Let reason's rule now reign thy thought ...
The Night is Near Gone
... On ground quhile they grone ...
The Looks Of A Lover Enamoured
... Yet wote thou well, those looks have wrought my woe,&emsp ...
Gascoigne's Lullaby
... ave,With lullaby, your dreams deceive,And when you rise with waking eye,Remember Gascoigne's lullaby ...
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