The Oxford Library of English Poetry: Sackville to KeatsJohn Wain Oxford University Press, 1986 - 511 pages |
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Page 136
... Leave me , leave me to repose . O : Once again my call obey . Prophetess , arise & say , What dangers Odin's Child await , Who the Author of his fate . Pr : In Hoder's hand the Heroe's doom : His Brother sends him to the tomb . Now my ...
... Leave me , leave me to repose . O : Once again my call obey . Prophetess , arise & say , What dangers Odin's Child await , Who the Author of his fate . Pr : In Hoder's hand the Heroe's doom : His Brother sends him to the tomb . Now my ...
Page 137
... Leave me , leave me to repose . O : Yet a while my call obey . Prophetess , awake & say , What Virgins these in speechless woe , That bend to earth their solemn brow , That their flaxen tresses tear , And snowy veils , that float in air ...
... Leave me , leave me to repose . O : Yet a while my call obey . Prophetess , awake & say , What Virgins these in speechless woe , That bend to earth their solemn brow , That their flaxen tresses tear , And snowy veils , that float in air ...
Page 496
... leave them , Muse ! O leave them to their woes ; For thou art weak to sing such tumults dire : A solitary sorrow best befits Thy lips , and antheming a lonely grief . Leave them , O Muse ! for thou anon wilt find Many a fallen old ...
... leave them , Muse ! O leave them to their woes ; For thou art weak to sing such tumults dire : A solitary sorrow best befits Thy lips , and antheming a lonely grief . Leave them , O Muse ! for thou anon wilt find Many a fallen old ...
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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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