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Page 164
... turn the flock ; And , to his office prematurely called , There stood the urchin , as you will divine , Something between a hindrance and a help ; And for this cause not always , I believe , Receiving from his Father hire of praise ...
... turn the flock ; And , to his office prematurely called , There stood the urchin , as you will divine , Something between a hindrance and a help ; And for this cause not always , I believe , Receiving from his Father hire of praise ...
Page 186
... turn them up to pray . " And now this spell was snapped : once more I viewed the ocean green , And looked far forth ... turns no more his head ; Because he knows , a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread . " But soon there breathed ...
... turn them up to pray . " And now this spell was snapped : once more I viewed the ocean green , And looked far forth ... turns no more his head ; Because he knows , a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread . " But soon there breathed ...
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... turn , While she looks — no one's : very dear , no less . You smile ? why , there's my picture ready made , There's what we painters call our harmony ! A common greyness silvers everything , — All in a twilight , you and I alike -You ...
... turn , While she looks — no one's : very dear , no less . You smile ? why , there's my picture ready made , There's what we painters call our harmony ! A common greyness silvers everything , — All in a twilight , you and I alike -You ...
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INTRODUCTION I | 1 |
INTRODUCTION TO NARRATIVE POETRY | 37 |
EDMUND SPENSER | 42 |
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