Spencer to CrabbeOxford University Press, 1990 - English poetry |
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... scorn of eyes , reflecting gems , That woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep , And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by . Brak . Had you such leisure in the time of death To gaze upon those secrets of the deep ? Clar . Methought I ...
... scorn of eyes , reflecting gems , That woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep , And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by . Brak . Had you such leisure in the time of death To gaze upon those secrets of the deep ? Clar . Methought I ...
Page 259
... scorn delights , and live laborious days ; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find , And think to burst out into sudden blaze , Comes the blind Fury with th ' abhorrèd shears , And slits the thin - spun life . ' But not the praise ...
... scorn delights , and live laborious days ; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find , And think to burst out into sudden blaze , Comes the blind Fury with th ' abhorrèd shears , And slits the thin - spun life . ' But not the praise ...
Page 435
... scorn so weak a foe , And quit their fort at Goree : For what resistance can they find From men who've left their hearts behind ? - With a fa , la , la , la , la . Let wind and weather do its worst , Be you to us but kind ; Let Dutchmen ...
... scorn so weak a foe , And quit their fort at Goree : For what resistance can they find From men who've left their hearts behind ? - With a fa , la , la , la , la . Let wind and weather do its worst , Be you to us but kind ; Let Dutchmen ...
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SIR WALTER RALEIGH 15521618 | 33 |
FULKE GREVILLE LORD BROOKE 15541628 | 49 |
GEORGE CHAPMAN 15601634 | 54 |
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