Spencer to CrabbeOxford University Press, 1990 |
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Pagina 41
... doth passions nourish , Whose grace is such , that when it chides doth cherish , To you , to you , all song of praise is due , Onelie through you the tree of life doth flourish . Who hath the hand which without stroke subdueth , Who ...
... doth passions nourish , Whose grace is such , that when it chides doth cherish , To you , to you , all song of praise is due , Onelie through you the tree of life doth flourish . Who hath the hand which without stroke subdueth , Who ...
Pagina 166
... doth put this in my mind : My grief lies onward , and my joy behind . LII So am I as the rich , whose blessed key Can bring him to his sweet up - locked treasure , The which he will not every hour survey , For blunting the fine point of ...
... doth put this in my mind : My grief lies onward , and my joy behind . LII So am I as the rich , whose blessed key Can bring him to his sweet up - locked treasure , The which he will not every hour survey , For blunting the fine point of ...
Pagina 199
... doth so throughly hate , As in the Court's Squadron to marshal their state : If they stand arm'd with silly honesty ... doth haste , I run to death , and death meets me as fast , And all my pleasures are like yesterday ; I dare not move ...
... doth so throughly hate , As in the Court's Squadron to marshal their state : If they stand arm'd with silly honesty ... doth haste , I run to death , and death meets me as fast , And all my pleasures are like yesterday ; I dare not move ...
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SIR WALTER RALEIGH 15521618 | 33 |
FULKE GREVILLE LORD BROOKE 15541628 | 49 |
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