The Oxford Library of English Poetry: Sackville to KeatsJohn Wain Oxford University Press, 1986 - 511 pages |
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... soul : It languishes and dies . For then no more a soul , but shade , It mournfully does move And haunts my breast , by absence made The living tomb of love . You wiser men , despise me not Whose lovesick fancy raves On shades of souls ...
... soul : It languishes and dies . For then no more a soul , but shade , It mournfully does move And haunts my breast , by absence made The living tomb of love . You wiser men , despise me not Whose lovesick fancy raves On shades of souls ...
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... soul was thine ? By what bold lines shall we his grief express , Or by what soothing numbers make it less ? ' Tis not , I know , the chiming of a song , Nor all the powers that to the Muse belong , Words aptly cull'd and meanings well ...
... soul was thine ? By what bold lines shall we his grief express , Or by what soothing numbers make it less ? ' Tis not , I know , the chiming of a song , Nor all the powers that to the Muse belong , Words aptly cull'd and meanings well ...
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... souls did from their bodies fly , - They fled to bliss or woe ! And every soul , it passed me by , Like the whizz of my cross - bow ! ' PART IV ' I fear thee , ancient Mariner ! I fear thy skinny hand ! And thou art long , and lank ...
... souls did from their bodies fly , - They fled to bliss or woe ! And every soul , it passed me by , Like the whizz of my cross - bow ! ' PART IV ' I fear thee , ancient Mariner ! I fear thy skinny hand ! And thou art long , and lank ...
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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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