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Page 53
Nay then , farewell , I have touche , the highest point of all my greatness ; And
from that full ineridian of my glory , I haste now to my setting : I shall fall Like a
bright exhalation in the evening , And no man see me more . So farewell to the
little ...
Nay then , farewell , I have touche , the highest point of all my greatness ; And
from that full ineridian of my glory , I haste now to my setting : I shall fall Like a
bright exhalation in the evening , And no man see me more . So farewell to the
little ...
Page 54
And when he falls , he falls like Lucifer , Nerer to hope again . ... Mark but my fall ,
and that which ruined me : Cromwell , I charge thee , fling away ambition ; By that
sin fell the angels : how can man then , The image of his Maker , hope to win ...
And when he falls , he falls like Lucifer , Nerer to hope again . ... Mark but my fall ,
and that which ruined me : Cromwell , I charge thee , fling away ambition ; By that
sin fell the angels : how can man then , The image of his Maker , hope to win ...
Page 386
Leaves have their time to fall , And flowers to wither at the North - wind's breath ,
And stars to set - but all , Thou hast all seasons for thine own , O Death ! We know
when moons shall wane , When summer - birds from far shall cross the sea ...
Leaves have their time to fall , And flowers to wither at the North - wind's breath ,
And stars to set - but all , Thou hast all seasons for thine own , O Death ! We know
when moons shall wane , When summer - birds from far shall cross the sea ...
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