The Oxford Library of English Poetry, Volume 1John Wain Oxford University Press, 1986 - 443 pages |
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Page 166
... doth put this in my mind : My grief lies onward , and my joy behind . LII So am I as the rich , whose blessed key Can bring him to his sweet up - locked treasure , The which he will not every hour survey , For blunting the fine point of ...
... doth put this in my mind : My grief lies onward , and my joy behind . LII So am I as the rich , whose blessed key Can bring him to his sweet up - locked treasure , The which he will not every hour survey , For blunting the fine point of ...
Page 197
... doth Give this flesh power to taste joy , thou dost loathe . Seek true religion . O where ? Mirreus Thinking her unhous'd here , and fled from us , Seeks her at Rome ; there , because he doth know That she was there a thousand years ago ...
... doth Give this flesh power to taste joy , thou dost loathe . Seek true religion . O where ? Mirreus Thinking her unhous'd here , and fled from us , Seeks her at Rome ; there , because he doth know That she was there a thousand years ago ...
Page 199
... doth so throughly hate , As in the Court's Squadron to marshal their state : If they stand arm'd with silly honesty ... doth haste , I run to death , and death meets me as fast , And all my pleasures are like yesterday ; I dare not move ...
... doth so throughly hate , As in the Court's Squadron to marshal their state : If they stand arm'd with silly honesty ... doth haste , I run to death , and death meets me as fast , And all my pleasures are like yesterday ; I dare not move ...
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EDMUND SPENSER 15521599 | 1 |
SIR WALTER RALEIGH 15521618 | 33 |
FULKE GREVILLE LORD BROOKE 15541628 | 49 |
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