Spencer to CrabbeOxford University Press, 1990 - English poetry |
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... fall before her feete at her beheast , And in the necke of all the world did ride ? Where doth she all that wondrous welth nowe hide ? With her own weight down pressed now shee lies , And by her heaps her hugenesse testifies . O Rome ...
... fall before her feete at her beheast , And in the necke of all the world did ride ? Where doth she all that wondrous welth nowe hide ? With her own weight down pressed now shee lies , And by her heaps her hugenesse testifies . O Rome ...
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... fall'n ! how changed From him , who in the happy realms of light Clothed with transcendent brightness didst outshine Myriads though bright - if he whom mutual league , United thoughts and counsels , equal hope And hazard in the glorious ...
... fall'n ! how changed From him , who in the happy realms of light Clothed with transcendent brightness didst outshine Myriads though bright - if he whom mutual league , United thoughts and counsels , equal hope And hazard in the glorious ...
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... fall , only supreme In misery ; such joy ambition finds . But say I could repent and could obtain By act of grace my former state ; how soon Would highth recall high thoughts , how soon unsay What feigned submission swore : ease would ...
... fall , only supreme In misery ; such joy ambition finds . But say I could repent and could obtain By act of grace my former state ; how soon Would highth recall high thoughts , how soon unsay What feigned submission swore : ease would ...
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SIR WALTER RALEIGH 15521618 | 33 |
FULKE GREVILLE LORD BROOKE 15541628 | 49 |
GEORGE CHAPMAN 15601634 | 54 |
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