Spencer to CrabbeOxford University Press, 1990 - English poetry |
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Page 166
... 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 seldom pleasure . Therefore ...
... 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 seldom pleasure . Therefore ...
Page 329
... grief be surfeit . Man . Relate by whom . Mess . Man . By Samson . That still lessens The sorrow , and converts it nigh to joy . Mess . Ah , Manoa , I refrain , too suddenly To utter what will come at last too soon ; Lest evil tidings ...
... grief be surfeit . Man . Relate by whom . Mess . Man . By Samson . That still lessens The sorrow , and converts it nigh to joy . Mess . Ah , Manoa , I refrain , too suddenly To utter what will come at last too soon ; Lest evil tidings ...
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... grief express , Or by what soothing numbers make it less ? ' Tis not , I know , the chiming of a song , Nor all the powers that to the Muse belong , Words aptly cull'd and meanings well express'd , Can calm the sorrows of a wounded ...
... grief express , Or by what soothing numbers make it less ? ' Tis not , I know , the chiming of a song , Nor all the powers that to the Muse belong , Words aptly cull'd and meanings well express'd , Can calm the sorrows of a wounded ...
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SIR WALTER RALEIGH 15521618 | 33 |
FULKE GREVILLE LORD BROOKE 15541628 | 49 |
GEORGE CHAPMAN 15601634 | 54 |
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