Spencer to CrabbeOxford University Press, 1990 - English poetry |
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Page 366
... thine : From thy great sire they came , thy sire the word divine . ' Tis , I believe , this archery to show , That so much cost in colours thou , And skill in painting dost bestow , Upon thy ancient arms , the gaudy heavenly bow . Swift ...
... thine : From thy great sire they came , thy sire the word divine . ' Tis , I believe , this archery to show , That so much cost in colours thou , And skill in painting dost bestow , Upon thy ancient arms , the gaudy heavenly bow . Swift ...
Page 419
... thine ? But so transfused as oils on waters flow , His always floats above , thine sinks below . This is thy province , this thy wondrous way , New humours to invent for each new play : This is that boasted bias of thy mind , By which ...
... thine ? But so transfused as oils on waters flow , His always floats above , thine sinks below . This is thy province , this thy wondrous way , New humours to invent for each new play : This is that boasted bias of thy mind , By which ...
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... thine , sweet Auburn , thine , the loveliest train , Do thy fair tribes participate her pain ? E'en now , perhaps , by cold and hunger led , At proud men's doors they ask a little bread ! Ah , no . To distant climes , a dreary scene ...
... thine , sweet Auburn , thine , the loveliest train , Do thy fair tribes participate her pain ? E'en now , perhaps , by cold and hunger led , At proud men's doors they ask a little bread ! Ah , no . To distant climes , a dreary scene ...
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SIR WALTER RALEIGH 15521618 | 33 |
FULKE GREVILLE LORD BROOKE 15541628 | 49 |
GEORGE CHAPMAN 15601634 | 54 |
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