Spencer to CrabbeOxford University Press, 1990 - English poetry |
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... twas strange , ' twas passing strange ; ' Twas pitiful , ' twas wondrous pitiful : She wish'd she had not heard it , yet she wish'd That heaven had made her such a man ; she thank'd me , And bade me , if I had a friend that lov'd her ...
... twas strange , ' twas passing strange ; ' Twas pitiful , ' twas wondrous pitiful : She wish'd she had not heard it , yet she wish'd That heaven had made her such a man ; she thank'd me , And bade me , if I had a friend that lov'd her ...
Page 189
... Twas so ; but this , all pleasures fancies be . If ever any beauty I did see , Which I desired , and got , ' twas but a dream of thee . And now good - morrow to our waking souls , Which watch not one another out of fear ; For love all ...
... Twas so ; but this , all pleasures fancies be . If ever any beauty I did see , Which I desired , and got , ' twas but a dream of thee . And now good - morrow to our waking souls , Which watch not one another out of fear ; For love all ...
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... Twas at the silent solemn hour , 535 ' Twas on a lofty vase's side , 563 Two foot - companions once in deep discourse— 518 Tyrian dye why do you wear , 364 Underneath this myrtle shade , 362 Uprose the King of Men with speed , 568 Vast ...
... Twas at the silent solemn hour , 535 ' Twas on a lofty vase's side , 563 Two foot - companions once in deep discourse— 518 Tyrian dye why do you wear , 364 Underneath this myrtle shade , 362 Uprose the King of Men with speed , 568 Vast ...
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SIR WALTER RALEIGH 15521618 | 33 |
FULKE GREVILLE LORD BROOKE 15541628 | 49 |
GEORGE CHAPMAN 15601634 | 54 |
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