Spencer to CrabbeOxford University Press, 1990 - English poetry |
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Page 69
... ne'er lost a king of so much worth . Gloucester . England ne'er had a king until his time . Virtue he had , deserving to command : His brandish'd sword did blind men with his beams ; His arms spread wider than a dragon's wings ; His ...
... ne'er lost a king of so much worth . Gloucester . England ne'er had a king until his time . Virtue he had , deserving to command : His brandish'd sword did blind men with his beams ; His arms spread wider than a dragon's wings ; His ...
Page 98
... ne'er go by , From this day to the ending of the world , But we in it shall be remembered ; We few , we happy few , we band of brothers ; For he to - day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother ; be he ne'er so vile This day ...
... ne'er go by , From this day to the ending of the world , But we in it shall be remembered ; We few , we happy few , we band of brothers ; For he to - day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother ; be he ne'er so vile This day ...
Page 515
... er it flow , That tends to make one worthy man my foe , Give Virtue scandal , Innocence a fear , Or from the soft ... ne'er tastes , and beauty ne'er enjoys : So well - bred spaniels civilly delight In mumbling of the game they dare not ...
... er it flow , That tends to make one worthy man my foe , Give Virtue scandal , Innocence a fear , Or from the soft ... ne'er tastes , and beauty ne'er enjoys : So well - bred spaniels civilly delight In mumbling of the game they dare not ...
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SIR WALTER RALEIGH 15521618 | 33 |
FULKE GREVILLE LORD BROOKE 15541628 | 49 |
GEORGE CHAPMAN 15601634 | 54 |
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