The Oxford Library of English Poetry, Volume 1John Wain Oxford University Press, 1986 - 443 pages |
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Page 77
... hour it is Are clamorous groans , that strike upon my heart Which is the bell : so sighs and tears and groans Show minutes , times , and hours ; but my time Runs posting on in Bolingbroke's proud joy , While I stand fooling here , his ...
... hour it is Are clamorous groans , that strike upon my heart Which is the bell : so sighs and tears and groans Show minutes , times , and hours ; but my time Runs posting on in Bolingbroke's proud joy , While I stand fooling here , his ...
Page 87
John Wain. Thou hast stol'n that which after some few hours Were thine without offence ; and at my death Thou hast ... hour ? Then get thee gone and dig my grave thyself , And bid the merry bells ring to thine ear That thou art crowned ...
John Wain. Thou hast stol'n that which after some few hours Were thine without offence ; and at my death Thou hast ... hour ? Then get thee gone and dig my grave thyself , And bid the merry bells ring to thine ear That thou art crowned ...
Page 100
... hour so fit As Cæsar's death's hour , nor no instrument Of half that worth as those your swords , made rich With the most noble blood of all this world . I do beseech ye , if ye bear me hard , Now , whilst your purpled hands do reek and ...
... hour so fit As Cæsar's death's hour , nor no instrument Of half that worth as those your swords , made rich With the most noble blood of all this world . I do beseech ye , if ye bear me hard , Now , whilst your purpled hands do reek and ...
Contents
EDMUND SPENSER 15521599 | 1 |
SIR WALTER RALEIGH 15521618 | 33 |
Chorus of Priests | 49 |
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