The Oxford Library of English Poetry: Sackville to KeatsJohn Wain Oxford University Press, 1986 - 511 pages |
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... King Colley ! ' cries ; ' God save King Colley ! ' Drury Lane replies : To Needham's quick the voice triumphal rode , But pious Needham dropt the name of God : Back to the Devil the last echoes roll , And ' Coll ! ' each butcher roars ...
... King Colley ! ' cries ; ' God save King Colley ! ' Drury Lane replies : To Needham's quick the voice triumphal rode , But pious Needham dropt the name of God : Back to the Devil the last echoes roll , And ' Coll ! ' each butcher roars ...
Page 132
... King ! their hundred arms they wave Revenge on thee in hoarser murmurs breathe ; Vocal no more , since Cambria's fatal day , To high - born Hoel's harp , or soft Llewellyn's lay . ' Cold is Cadwallo's tongue , That hushed the stormy ...
... King ! their hundred arms they wave Revenge on thee in hoarser murmurs breathe ; Vocal no more , since Cambria's fatal day , To high - born Hoel's harp , or soft Llewellyn's lay . ' Cold is Cadwallo's tongue , That hushed the stormy ...
Page 400
... king of England , ' said The angel . ' Well ! he won't find kings to jostle Him on his way ; but does he wear his head ? Because the last we saw here had a tustle , And ne'er would have got into heaven's good graces , Had he not flung ...
... king of England , ' said The angel . ' Well ! he won't find kings to jostle Him on his way ; but does he wear his head ? Because the last we saw here had a tustle , And ne'er would have got into heaven's good graces , Had he not flung ...
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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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