Spencer to CrabbeOxford University Press, 1990 - English poetry |
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... soft ! soft ! Unless the master were the man . How now ! Even so quickly may one catch the plague ? Methinks I feel this youth's perfections With an invisible and subtle stealth To creep in at mine eyes . Well , let it be . [ Exit . ( 1 ...
... soft ! soft ! Unless the master were the man . How now ! Even so quickly may one catch the plague ? Methinks I feel this youth's perfections With an invisible and subtle stealth To creep in at mine eyes . Well , let it be . [ Exit . ( 1 ...
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... Soft you now ! The fair Ophelia ! Nymph , in thy orisons Be all my sins remember'd . King . O ! my offence is rank , it smells to heaven ; It hath the primal eldest curse upon't ; A brother's murder ! Pray can I not , Though inclination ...
... Soft you now ! The fair Ophelia ! Nymph , in thy orisons Be all my sins remember'd . King . O ! my offence is rank , it smells to heaven ; It hath the primal eldest curse upon't ; A brother's murder ! Pray can I not , Though inclination ...
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... soft and fair as down . Yonder I see the cheerful Duchess stand For friendship , zeal and blithsome humour known . Whence that loud shout in such a hearty strain ? Why , all the Hamiltons are in her train . See next the decent Scudamore ...
... soft and fair as down . Yonder I see the cheerful Duchess stand For friendship , zeal and blithsome humour known . Whence that loud shout in such a hearty strain ? Why , all the Hamiltons are in her train . See next the decent Scudamore ...
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SIR WALTER RALEIGH 15521618 | 33 |
FULKE GREVILLE LORD BROOKE 15541628 | 49 |
GEORGE CHAPMAN 15601634 | 54 |
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