Spencer to CrabbeOxford University Press, 1990 - English poetry |
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Page 363
... dost tread , Nature self's thy Ganymede . Thou dost drink , and dance , and sing ; Happier than the happiest king ! All the fields , which thou dost see , All the plants belong to thee , All that summer hours produce , Fertile made with ...
... dost tread , Nature self's thy Ganymede . Thou dost drink , and dance , and sing ; Happier than the happiest king ! All the fields , which thou dost see , All the plants belong to thee , All that summer hours produce , Fertile made with ...
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... Dost thy bright wood of stars survey ; And all the year dost with thee bring Of thousand flowery lights thine own nocturnal spring . Thou Scythian - like dost round thy lands above The sun's gilt tent for ever move , And still as thou ...
... Dost thy bright wood of stars survey ; And all the year dost with thee bring Of thousand flowery lights thine own nocturnal spring . Thou Scythian - like dost round thy lands above The sun's gilt tent for ever move , And still as thou ...
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... Dost break and tame th ' unruly heart , Which else would know no settled pace , Making it more well manag'd by thy art With swiftness and with grace . Thou the faint beams of reason's scattered light , Dost like a burning - glass unite , ...
... Dost break and tame th ' unruly heart , Which else would know no settled pace , Making it more well manag'd by thy art With swiftness and with grace . Thou the faint beams of reason's scattered light , Dost like a burning - glass unite , ...
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SIR WALTER RALEIGH 15521618 | 33 |
FULKE GREVILLE LORD BROOKE 15541628 | 49 |
GEORGE CHAPMAN 15601634 | 54 |
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