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" tis my outward soul, Viceroy to that, which then to heaven being gone, Will leave this to control And keep these limbs, her provinces, from dissolution. "
Lectures on the English Comic Writers: Delivered at the Surry Institution - Page 98
by William Hazlitt - 1819 - 343 pages
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Retrospective Review, Volume 8

Henry Southern, Sir Nicholas Harris Nicolas - English literature - 1823 - 402 pages
...question much, That subtle wreath of hair which crowns my arm ; The mystery, the sign you must not touch, For 'tis my outward soul ; • Viceroy to that which, unto heaven being gone, Will leave this to controul And keep these limbs, her provinces, from dissolution. For, if the sinewy thread my brain...
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The Retrospective Review.., Volume 8

Henry Southern - 1823 - 398 pages
...question much, That subtle wreath of hair which crowns my arm ; The mystery, the sign you must not touch, For 'tis my outward soul ; Viceroy to that which, unto heaven being gone, Will leave this to controul And keep these limbs, her provinces, from dissolution. For, if the sinewy thread my brain...
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The Miscellaneous Works, Volume 2

William Hazlitt - English literature - 1854 - 980 pages
...noticr* UM cirrumitanrr of bit kk lair wife's hair about hb arm, in a little poem which it call«J " Whoever comes to shroud me, do not harm Nor question...that, which unto heaven being gone, Will leave this to eontrol, And keep these limbs, her provinces, from dissolution." Again, the following lines, the title...
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Lectures on the English Poets and the English Comic Writers

William Hazlitt - English drama (Comedy) - 1876 - 474 pages
...In a forbidden or forbidding tree, And hop'st her stiffness by long siege to bow:) Little think'et thou, That thou to-morrow, ere the sun doth wake,...mosaic-work. " I long to talk with some old lover's ghost, Wlio died before the God of Love ieas fcora : I cannot think that he, who then lov'd most, Sunk so...
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The Poetical Works of Skelton and Donne: With a Memoir of Each ..

John Skelton - 1879 - 932 pages
...shroud me, do not harm Nor question much That subtle wreath of hair which crowns mine arm; For 't is my outward soul, Viceroy to that, which unto heaven...keep these limbs, her provinces, from dissolution. For if the sinewy thread my brain lets fall Through every part, Can tie those parts, and make me one...
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Golden apples of Hesperus, poems not in the collections [ed. by W.J. Linton].

Hesperus - 1882 - 238 pages
...question much That subtle wreath of hair about mine arm ! The mystery, the sign you must not touch : For 'tis my outward soul, Viceroy to that which, unto heaven being gone. Will leave this to controul And keep these limbs, her provinces, from dissolution. For if the sinewy thread my brain lets...
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Chaucer to Burns

William James Linton, Richard Henry Stoddard - English poetry - 1883 - 396 pages
...question much That subtle wreath of hair about mine arm ! The mystery, the sign you must not touch : For 'tis my outward soul, Viceroy to that which, unto heaven being gone, Will leave this to controul And keep these limbs, her provinces, from dissolution. For if the sinewy thread my brain lets...
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English Lyrics

English lyrics - English poetry - 1883 - 340 pages
...The mystery, the sign you must not touch, For 'tis my outward soul, Viceroy to that which, then to heaven being gone, Will leave this to control And keep these limbs, her provinces, from dissolution. For if the sinewy thread my brain lets fall Through every part Can tie those parts, and make me one...
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English Lyrics

English poetry - 1890 - 332 pages
...The mystery, the sign you must not touch, For 'tis my outward soul, Viceroy to that which, then to heaven being gone, Will leave this to control And keep these limbs, her provinces, from dissolution. For if the sinewy thread my brain lets fall Through every part Can tie those parts, and make me one...
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The Sewanee Review, Volume 35

American fiction - 1927 - 554 pages
...question much That subtle wreath of hair about mine arm ; The mystery, the sign you must not touch, For 'tis my outward soul, Viceroy to that which, unto...keep these limbs, her provinces, from dissolution. For if the sinewy thread my brain lets fall Through every part Can tie those parts, and make me one...
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