Spencer to CrabbeOxford University Press, 1990 - English poetry |
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... pride , To 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 ...
... pride , To 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 ...
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... pride of all his growth A vengeful canker eat him up to death . More flowers I noted , yet I none could see But sweet or colour it had stol'n from thee . CIV To me , fair friend , you never can be old , For as you were when first your ...
... pride of all his growth A vengeful canker eat him up to death . More flowers I noted , yet I none could see But sweet or colour it had stol'n from thee . CIV To me , fair friend , you never can be old , For as you were when first your ...
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... pride survey'st our lofty woods ; Where towering oaks their growing honours rear And future navies on thy shores appear . Not Neptune's self from all her streams receives A wealthier tribute , than to thine he gives . No seas so rich ...
... pride survey'st our lofty woods ; Where towering oaks their growing honours rear And future navies on thy shores appear . Not Neptune's self from all her streams receives A wealthier tribute , than to thine he gives . No seas so rich ...
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SIR WALTER RALEIGH 15521618 | 33 |
FULKE GREVILLE LORD BROOKE 15541628 | 49 |
GEORGE CHAPMAN 15601634 | 54 |
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