Spencer to CrabbeOxford University Press, 1990 - English poetry |
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... Angels used to be Receiv'd by men ; thou Angel bring'st with thee A heaven like Mahomet's Paradise ; and though Ill spirits walk in white , we easily know , By this these Angels from an evil sprite , Those set our hairs , but these our ...
... Angels used to be Receiv'd by men ; thou Angel bring'st with thee A heaven like Mahomet's Paradise ; and though Ill spirits walk in white , we easily know , By this these Angels from an evil sprite , Those set our hairs , but these our ...
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... angel new dropped from the sky , At distance I gaze and am awed by my fears : So strangely you dazzle my eye ! But when without art Your kind thoughts you impart , When your love runs in blushes through every vein ; When it darts from ...
... angel new dropped from the sky , At distance I gaze and am awed by my fears : So strangely you dazzle my eye ! But when without art Your kind thoughts you impart , When your love runs in blushes through every vein ; When it darts from ...
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... angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave ; Legions of angels can't confine me there . ' Tis past conjecture ; all things rise in proof : While o'er my limbs sleep's soft dominion spread : What , though my soul fantastic measures trod ...
... angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave ; Legions of angels can't confine me there . ' Tis past conjecture ; all things rise in proof : While o'er my limbs sleep's soft dominion spread : What , though my soul fantastic measures trod ...
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SIR WALTER RALEIGH 15521618 | 33 |
FULKE GREVILLE LORD BROOKE 15541628 | 49 |
GEORGE CHAPMAN 15601634 | 54 |
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