Spencer to CrabbeOxford University Press, 1990 - English poetry |
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... , Who lead thee in their riot even there Where thou art forc'd to break a twofold truth ; — Hers , by thy beauty tempting her to thee , Thine , by thy beauty being false to me . XLII THAT thou hast her , it is not all 164 WILLIAM ...
... , Who lead thee in their riot even there Where thou art forc'd to break a twofold truth ; — Hers , by thy beauty tempting her to thee , Thine , by thy beauty being false to me . XLII THAT thou hast her , it is not all 164 WILLIAM ...
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... Thou art above , and when towards Thee By Thy leave I can look , I rise again ; But our old subtle foe so tempteth me , That not one hour myself I can sustain ; Thy Grace may wing me to prevent his art , And thou like Adamant draw mine ...
... Thou art above , and when towards Thee By Thy leave I can look , I rise again ; But our old subtle foe so tempteth me , That not one hour myself I can sustain ; Thy Grace may wing me to prevent his art , And thou like Adamant draw mine ...
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Oxford library of English poetry John Wain. My light Thou art ; without Thy glorious sight , Mine eyes are darkened with perpetual night . My God , Thou art my Way , my Life , my Light . Thou art my Way ; I wander , if Thou fly : Thou art ...
Oxford library of English poetry John Wain. My light Thou art ; without Thy glorious sight , Mine eyes are darkened with perpetual night . My God , Thou art my Way , my Life , my Light . Thou art my Way ; I wander , if Thou fly : Thou art ...
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SIR WALTER RALEIGH 15521618 | 33 |
FULKE GREVILLE LORD BROOKE 15541628 | 49 |
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