Spencer to CrabbeOxford University Press, 1990 - English poetry |
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... hath the feet , whose step of sweetnesse planteth , Who else for whom Fame worthy trumpets wanteth : To you , to you , all song of praise is due , Onely to you her Scepter Venus granteth . Who hath the breast , whose milke doth passions ...
... hath the feet , whose step of sweetnesse planteth , Who else for whom Fame worthy trumpets wanteth : To you , to you , all song of praise is due , Onely to you her Scepter Venus granteth . Who hath the breast , whose milke doth passions ...
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... hath suck'd the honey of thy breath , Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty : Thou art not conquer'd ; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks , And death's pale flag is not advanced there . Tybalt , liest thou ...
... hath suck'd the honey of thy breath , Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty : Thou art not conquer'd ; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks , And death's pale flag is not advanced there . Tybalt , liest thou ...
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... hath thee , is of my wailing chief , A loss in love that touches me more nearly . Loving offenders , thus I will excuse ye : Thou dost love her , because thou know'st I love her ; And for my sake even so doth she abuse me , Suffering my ...
... hath thee , is of my wailing chief , A loss in love that touches me more nearly . Loving offenders , thus I will excuse ye : Thou dost love her , because thou know'st I love her ; And for my sake even so doth she abuse me , Suffering my ...
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SIR WALTER RALEIGH 15521618 | 33 |
FULKE GREVILLE LORD BROOKE 15541628 | 49 |
GEORGE CHAPMAN 15601634 | 54 |
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