13.
The oars where silver,Shak.
Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke.
Stroke
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Ye mote with the plat sword againChaucer.
Stroken him in the wound, and it will close.
He dried the falling drops, and, yet more kind,Dryden.
He stroked her cheeks.
13.
The oars where silver,Shak.
Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke.
Stroke
(
Ye mote with the plat sword againChaucer.
Stroken him in the wound, and it will close.
He dried the falling drops, and, yet more kind,Dryden.
He stroked her cheeks.