Spencer to CrabbeOxford University Press, 1990 - English poetry |
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Page 86
... leave to powder me and eat me too , to - morrow . ( v . iv . 77-113 ) from 2 Henry IV K. Henry . But wherefore did he take away the crown ? Re - enter the PRINCE . Lo , where he comes . Come hither to me , Harry . Depart the chamber , leave ...
... leave to powder me and eat me too , to - morrow . ( v . iv . 77-113 ) from 2 Henry IV K. Henry . But wherefore did he take away the crown ? Re - enter the PRINCE . Lo , where he comes . Come hither to me , Harry . Depart the chamber , leave ...
Page 521
... leave him in the lurch As soon as text is named ; I leave the church in sermon - time And slink away to Sally ; She is the darling of my heart , And she lives in our alley . When Christmas comes about again , O , then I shall have money ...
... leave him in the lurch As soon as text is named ; I leave the church in sermon - time And slink away to Sally ; She is the darling of my heart , And she lives in our alley . When Christmas comes about again , O , then I shall have money ...
Page 569
... Leave me , leave me to repose . O : Once again my call obey . Prophetess , arise & say , What dangers Odin's Child await , Who the Author of his fate . Pr : In Hoder's hand the Heroe's doom : His Brother sends him to the tomb . Now my ...
... Leave me , leave me to repose . O : Once again my call obey . Prophetess , arise & say , What dangers Odin's Child await , Who the Author of his fate . Pr : In Hoder's hand the Heroe's doom : His Brother sends him to the tomb . Now my ...
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SIR WALTER RALEIGH 15521618 | 33 |
FULKE GREVILLE LORD BROOKE 15541628 | 49 |
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