Spencer to CrabbeOxford University Press, 1990 - English poetry |
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Page 306
... less and with less hostile din , That Satan with less toil and now with ease Wafts on the calmer wave by dubious light , And like a weather - beaten vessel holds Gladly the port , though shrouds and tackle torn ; Or in the emptier waste ...
... less and with less hostile din , That Satan with less toil and now with ease Wafts on the calmer wave by dubious light , And like a weather - beaten vessel holds Gladly the port , though shrouds and tackle torn ; Or in the emptier waste ...
Page 317
... less fair , Less winning soft , less amiably mild , Than that smooth wat'ry image ; back I turned , Thou following cried'st aloud , " Return , fair Eve , Whom fli'st thou ? Whom thou fli'st , of him thou art , His flesh , his bone ; to ...
... less fair , Less winning soft , less amiably mild , Than that smooth wat'ry image ; back I turned , Thou following cried'st aloud , " Return , fair Eve , Whom fli'st thou ? Whom thou fli'st , of him thou art , His flesh , his bone ; to ...
Page 491
... less refined beneath the moon's pale light Pursue the stars that shoot athwart the night , Or suck the mists in ... less pleasing , though less glorious care ; To save the powder from too rude a gale , Nor let the imprison'd essences ...
... less refined beneath the moon's pale light Pursue the stars that shoot athwart the night , Or suck the mists in ... less pleasing , though less glorious care ; To save the powder from too rude a gale , Nor let the imprison'd essences ...
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SIR WALTER RALEIGH 15521618 | 33 |
FULKE GREVILLE LORD BROOKE 15541628 | 49 |
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