The Oxford Library of English Poetry: Sackville to KeatsJohn Wain Oxford University Press, 1986 - 511 pages |
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... hand adorns the rushy moor ; Here the rare moss in secret shade is found , Here the sweet myrtle of the shaking ground ; Beauties are these that from the view retire , But well repay th ' attention they require ; For these my Laura will ...
... hand adorns the rushy moor ; Here the rare moss in secret shade is found , Here the sweet myrtle of the shaking ground ; Beauties are these that from the view retire , But well repay th ' attention they require ; For these my Laura will ...
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... hand Has brush'd away . Am not I A fly like thee ? Or art not thou A man like me ? For I dance , And drink , & sing , Till some blind hand Shall brush my wing . If thought is life And strength & breath , And the want Of thought is death ...
... hand Has brush'd away . Am not I A fly like thee ? Or art not thou A man like me ? For I dance , And drink , & sing , Till some blind hand Shall brush my wing . If thought is life And strength & breath , And the want Of thought is death ...
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... hands . ' But out then spoke she , Alice Brand , That woman , void of fear , — ' And if there's blood upon his hand , ' Tis but the blood of deer . ' ' Now loud thou liest , thou bold of mood ! It cleaves unto his hand , The stain of ...
... hands . ' But out then spoke she , Alice Brand , That woman , void of fear , — ' And if there's blood upon his hand , ' Tis but the blood of deer . ' ' Now loud thou liest , thou bold of mood ! It cleaves unto his hand , The stain of ...
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CHARLES SACKVILLE EARL Of Dorset 16381706 | 1 |
ANNE COUNTESS OF WINCHILSEA ?16601720 | 10 |
WILLIAM CONGREVE 16701729 | 19 |
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