The Oxford Library of English Poetry: Sackville to KeatsJohn Wain Oxford University Press, 1986 - 511 pages |
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... tell Thee who I am , My Misery , or Sin declare , Thyself hast call'd me by my Name , Look on thy Hands , and read it there , But who , I ask Thee , who art Thou , Tell me thy Name , and tell me now ? In vain Thou strugglest to get free ...
... tell Thee who I am , My Misery , or Sin declare , Thyself hast call'd me by my Name , Look on thy Hands , and read it there , But who , I ask Thee , who art Thou , Tell me thy Name , and tell me now ? In vain Thou strugglest to get free ...
Page 470
... tell me how ' - ' Good Saints ! not here , not here ; ' Follow me , child , or else these stones will be thy bier ... tell me where is Madeline , ' said he , ' O tell me , Angela , by the holy loom ' Which none but secret sisterhood may ...
... tell me how ' - ' Good Saints ! not here , not here ; ' Follow me , child , or else these stones will be thy bier ... tell me where is Madeline , ' said he , ' O tell me , Angela , by the holy loom ' Which none but secret sisterhood may ...
Page 498
... Tell me , youth , ' What sorrow thou canst feel ; for I am sad ' When thou dost shed a tear : explain thy griefs ' To one who in this lonely isle hath been ' The watcher of thy sleep and hours of life , ' From the young day when first ...
... Tell me , youth , ' What sorrow thou canst feel ; for I am sad ' When thou dost shed a tear : explain thy griefs ' To one who in this lonely isle hath been ' The watcher of thy sleep and hours of life , ' From the young day when first ...
Contents
CHARLES SACKVILLE EARL Of Dorset 16381706 | 1 |
ANNE COUNTESS OF WINCHILSEA ?16601720 | 10 |
WILLIAM CONGREVE 16701729 | 19 |
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