Spencer to CrabbeOxford University Press, 1990 - English poetry |
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Page 11
... tell the beawtie of my buildings fayre , Adornd with purest golde , and precious stone : To tell my riches , and endowments rare That by my foes are now all spent and gone : To tell my forces matchable to none , Were but lost labour ...
... tell the beawtie of my buildings fayre , Adornd with purest golde , and precious stone : To tell my riches , and endowments rare That by my foes are now all spent and gone : To tell my forces matchable to none , Were but lost labour ...
Page 142
... tell them that this world did equal theirs Till they had stol'n our jewel . All ' s but naught ; Patience is sottish ... tell . Dol . Assuredly you know me . Cleo . No matter , sir , what I have heard or known . You laugh when boys or ...
... tell them that this world did equal theirs Till they had stol'n our jewel . All ' s but naught ; Patience is sottish ... tell . Dol . Assuredly you know me . Cleo . No matter , sir , what I have heard or known . You laugh when boys or ...
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... Tell me no more of constancy , Tell me not , Sweet , I am unkind , Tell me , O tell , what kind of thing is Wit , That thou art blam'd shall not be thy defect , That thou hast her , it is not all my grief , That time of year thou mayst ...
... Tell me no more of constancy , Tell me not , Sweet , I am unkind , Tell me , O tell , what kind of thing is Wit , That thou art blam'd shall not be thy defect , That thou hast her , it is not all my grief , That time of year thou mayst ...
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SIR WALTER RALEIGH 15521618 | 33 |
FULKE GREVILLE LORD BROOKE 15541628 | 49 |
GEORGE CHAPMAN 15601634 | 54 |
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