The Oxford Library of English Poetry, Volume 1John Wain Oxford University Press, 1986 - 443 pages |
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... to fawn upon a nurse , Too far in years to be a pupil now : What is thy sentence then but speechless death , Which robs my tongue from breathing native breath ? K. Rich . It boots thee not to be compassionate 74 WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE.
... to fawn upon a nurse , Too far in years to be a pupil now : What is thy sentence then but speechless death , Which robs my tongue from breathing native breath ? K. Rich . It boots thee not to be compassionate 74 WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE.
Page 120
... breath . We two , that with so many thousand sighs Did buy each other , must poorly sell ourselves With the rude brevity and discharge of one , Injurious time now with a robber's haste Crams his rich thievery up , he knows not how ; As ...
... breath . We two , that with so many thousand sighs Did buy each other , must poorly sell ourselves With the rude brevity and discharge of one , Injurious time now with a robber's haste Crams his rich thievery up , he knows not how ; As ...
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John Wain. Only if loves fire with the breath Of life be kindled , I doubt , With our last air ' twill be breath'd out , And quenched with the cold of death . That if affection be a line , Which is clos'd up in our last hour ; Oh how ...
John Wain. Only if loves fire with the breath Of life be kindled , I doubt , With our last air ' twill be breath'd out , And quenched with the cold of death . That if affection be a line , Which is clos'd up in our last hour ; Oh how ...
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EDMUND SPENSER 15521599 | 1 |
SIR WALTER RALEIGH 15521618 | 33 |
FULKE GREVILLE LORD BROOKE 15541628 | 49 |
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