Spencer to CrabbeOxford University Press, 1990 - English poetry |
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Oxford library of English poetry John Wain. Only a sweet and virtuous soul , Like season'd timber , never gives ; But though the whole world turn to coal , Then chiefly lives . Love ( III ) LOVE bade me welcome : yet my soul drew back ...
Oxford library of English poetry John Wain. Only a sweet and virtuous soul , Like season'd timber , never gives ; But though the whole world turn to coal , Then chiefly lives . Love ( III ) LOVE bade me welcome : yet my soul drew back ...
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... Soul and Body Soul O WHO shall , from this dungeon , raise A soul enslav'd so many ways ? With bolts of bones , that fettered stands In feet ; and manacled in hands . Here blinded with an eye ; and there Deaf with the drumming of an ear . A ...
... Soul and Body Soul O WHO shall , from this dungeon , raise A soul enslav'd so many ways ? With bolts of bones , that fettered stands In feet ; and manacled in hands . Here blinded with an eye ; and there Deaf with the drumming of an ear . A ...
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... soul was thine ? By what bold lines shall we his grief express , Or by what soothing numbers make it less ? ' Tis not , I know , the chiming of a song , Nor all the powers that to the Muse belong , Words aptly cull'd and meanings well ...
... soul was thine ? By what bold lines shall we his grief express , Or by what soothing numbers make it less ? ' Tis not , I know , the chiming of a song , Nor all the powers that to the Muse belong , Words aptly cull'd and meanings well ...
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SIR WALTER RALEIGH 15521618 | 33 |
FULKE GREVILLE LORD BROOKE 15541628 | 49 |
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