Choice Specimens of English LiteratureSheldon, 1870 - 477 pagina's |
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... feel , and you may see Such lines upon my head to be . They be the strings of sober sound , Whose music is harmonical ; Their tunes declare a time from ground I came , and how thereto I shall : Wherefore I love that you may see Upon my ...
... feel , and you may see Such lines upon my head to be . They be the strings of sober sound , Whose music is harmonical ; Their tunes declare a time from ground I came , and how thereto I shall : Wherefore I love that you may see Upon my ...
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... feel and find them less ; To scrape the bald skull which was wont to hold Our lovely locks with curling sticks controul'd ; To look in glass , and spy Sir Wrinkle's chair Set fast on fronts which erst were sleek and fair . 37. THOMAS ...
... feel and find them less ; To scrape the bald skull which was wont to hold Our lovely locks with curling sticks controul'd ; To look in glass , and spy Sir Wrinkle's chair Set fast on fronts which erst were sleek and fair . 37. THOMAS ...
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... feels not what affliction greatness yields ! Other than what he is he would not be , Nor change his state with him that sceptre wields . Thine , thine is that true life : that is to live To rest secure , and not rise up to grieve . Thou ...
... feels not what affliction greatness yields ! Other than what he is he would not be , Nor change his state with him that sceptre wields . Thine , thine is that true life : that is to live To rest secure , and not rise up to grieve . Thou ...
Pagina 86
... feel not their estate , But extreme sense hath made them desperate . Sorrow ! to whom we owe all that we be , Tyrant in the fifth and greatest monarchy , Was't that she did possess all hearts before Thou hast killed her , to make thy ...
... feel not their estate , But extreme sense hath made them desperate . Sorrow ! to whom we owe all that we be , Tyrant in the fifth and greatest monarchy , Was't that she did possess all hearts before Thou hast killed her , to make thy ...
Pagina 90
... feel not the inward reason they stand upon , yet will be content to be delighted ; which is all the good - fellow poet seems to promise ; and so steal to see the form of goodness - which , seen , they cannot but love ere themselves be ...
... feel not the inward reason they stand upon , yet will be content to be delighted ; which is all the good - fellow poet seems to promise ; and so steal to see the form of goodness - which , seen , they cannot but love ere themselves be ...
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