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Page 473
... never more Still to be so displac't . I was all eare , And took in strains that might create a soul Under the ribs of Death , but O ere long Too well I did perceive it was the voice Of my most honour'd Lady , your dear sister . Amaz'd I ...
... never more Still to be so displac't . I was all eare , And took in strains that might create a soul Under the ribs of Death , but O ere long Too well I did perceive it was the voice Of my most honour'd Lady , your dear sister . Amaz'd I ...
Page 575
... never yet hath bidden in vain : Oh , would that my heart were less fertile , my breast more stony , toward one who findeth such fecund soil for the seed she soweth from Heaven ! Canzone [ 12 ] SWAINS and maidens - all liege to Love ...
... never yet hath bidden in vain : Oh , would that my heart were less fertile , my breast more stony , toward one who findeth such fecund soil for the seed she soweth from Heaven ! Canzone [ 12 ] SWAINS and maidens - all liege to Love ...
Page 605
... never - ending errors man's wandering mind is driven , driven till it faints , exhausted ! O'erwhelmed in darkness deep it rolls within itself night , the night of [ blinded ] Edipus . Mad , insane , man's mind dares to measure the ...
... never - ending errors man's wandering mind is driven , driven till it faints , exhausted ! O'erwhelmed in darkness deep it rolls within itself night , the night of [ blinded ] Edipus . Mad , insane , man's mind dares to measure the ...
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