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Why did you say , my lip was sweet , And made the scarlet pale ? And why did I , young , witless maid ! Believe the flattering tale ? ' That face , alas ! no more is fair ; Those lips no longer red : Dark are my eyes , now closed in ...
Why did you say , my lip was sweet , And made the scarlet pale ? And why did I , young , witless maid ! Believe the flattering tale ? ' That face , alas ! no more is fair ; Those lips no longer red : Dark are my eyes , now closed in ...
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VI But now , thy youngest , dearest one , has perished - The nursling of thy widowhood , who grew , Like a pale flower by some sad maiden cherished , And fed with true - love tears , instead of dew ; Most musical of mourners , weep anew ...
VI But now , thy youngest , dearest one , has perished - The nursling of thy widowhood , who grew , Like a pale flower by some sad maiden cherished , And fed with true - love tears , instead of dew ; Most musical of mourners , weep anew ...
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X I saw pale kings , and princes too , Pale warriors , death - pale were they all ; Who cry'd— ' La belle Dame sans merci Hath thee in thrall ! ' XI I saw their starv'd lips in the gloam With horrid warning gaped wide , And I awoke ...
X I saw pale kings , and princes too , Pale warriors , death - pale were they all ; Who cry'd— ' La belle Dame sans merci Hath thee in thrall ! ' XI I saw their starv'd lips in the gloam With horrid warning gaped wide , And I awoke ...
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CHARLES SACKVILLE EARL OF DORSET 16381706 | 1 |
ANNE COUNTESS OF WINCHILSEA ?16601720 | 10 |
WILLIAM CONGREVE 16701729 | 19 |
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| Title | The Oxford Library of English Poetry: Sackville to Keats Volume 2 of The Oxford Library of English Poetry, John Wain |
| Editor | John Wain |
| Edition | reprint |
| Publisher | Oxford University Press, 1986 |
| Original from | the University of Michigan |
| Digitized | 3 Mar 2008 |
| ISBN | 0192122460, 9780192122469 |
| Length | 511 pages |
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