Spencer to CrabbeOxford University Press, 1990 - English poetry |
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... scape stormy days , I choose An Everlasting night . Hymn to God my God , in my Sickness SINCE I am coming to that Holy room , Where , with thy Quire of Saints for evermore , I shall be made thy Music ; as I come I tune the Instrument ...
... scape stormy days , I choose An Everlasting night . Hymn to God my God , in my Sickness SINCE I am coming to that Holy room , Where , with thy Quire of Saints for evermore , I shall be made thy Music ; as I come I tune the Instrument ...
Page 292
... scape into whatever world , Or unknown region , what remains him less Than unknown dangers and as hard escape ? But I should ill become this throne , O Peers , And this imperial sov'ranty , adorned With splendor , armed with power , if ...
... scape into whatever world , Or unknown region , what remains him less Than unknown dangers and as hard escape ? But I should ill become this throne , O Peers , And this imperial sov'ranty , adorned With splendor , armed with power , if ...
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... scape , The libell'd person , and the pictured shape ; Abuse , on all he loved , or loved him , spread , A friend in exile , or a father dead ; The whisper , that to greatness still too near , Perhaps yet vibrates on his sovereign's ear ...
... scape , The libell'd person , and the pictured shape ; Abuse , on all he loved , or loved him , spread , A friend in exile , or a father dead ; The whisper , that to greatness still too near , Perhaps yet vibrates on his sovereign's ear ...
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SIR WALTER RALEIGH 15521618 | 33 |
FULKE GREVILLE LORD BROOKE 15541628 | 49 |
GEORGE CHAPMAN 15601634 | 54 |
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