Spencer to CrabbeOxford University Press, 1990 - English poetry |
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... number growe , Have much more care of them that them do keepe , Since from these good the others good doth flowe , And make their issue showe In number like the hearde Of yonglings , which thy selfe with love hast rearde . divers ...
... number growe , Have much more care of them that them do keepe , Since from these good the others good doth flowe , And make their issue showe In number like the hearde Of yonglings , which thy selfe with love hast rearde . divers ...
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... number . What ! must I come to you With five - and - twenty ? Regan , said you so ? Reg . And speak ' t again , my lord ; no more with me . Lear . Those wicked creatures yet do look well - favour'd , When others are more wicked ; not ...
... number . What ! must I come to you With five - and - twenty ? Regan , said you so ? Reg . And speak ' t again , my lord ; no more with me . Lear . Those wicked creatures yet do look well - favour'd , When others are more wicked ; not ...
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... numbers , for the numbers came . I left no calling for this idle trade , No duty broke , no father disobey'd : The Muse but served to ease some friend , not wife , To help me through this long disease , my life ; To second , ARBUTHNOT ...
... numbers , for the numbers came . I left no calling for this idle trade , No duty broke , no father disobey'd : The Muse but served to ease some friend , not wife , To help me through this long disease , my life ; To second , ARBUTHNOT ...
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SIR WALTER RALEIGH 15521618 | 33 |
FULKE GREVILLE LORD BROOKE 15541628 | 49 |
GEORGE CHAPMAN 15601634 | 54 |
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