Spencer to CrabbeOxford University Press, 1990 - English poetry |
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... sorrow of their sudden fate , Henceforth all worlds felicitie I hate . ¶Much was I troubled in my heauie spright , At sight of these sad spectacles forepast , That all my senses were bereaued quight , And I in minde remained sore agast ...
... sorrow of their sudden fate , Henceforth all worlds felicitie I hate . ¶Much was I troubled in my heauie spright , At sight of these sad spectacles forepast , That all my senses were bereaued quight , And I in minde remained sore agast ...
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... sorrow was too sore laid on , Which sixteen winters cannot blow away , So many summers dry : scarce any joy Did ever so long live ; no sorrow But kill'd itself much sooner . Pol . Dear my brother , Let him that was the cause of this ...
... sorrow was too sore laid on , Which sixteen winters cannot blow away , So many summers dry : scarce any joy Did ever so long live ; no sorrow But kill'd itself much sooner . Pol . Dear my brother , Let him that was the cause of this ...
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... sorrow , which I then did feel , Needs must I under my transgression bow , Unless my nerves were brass or hammer'd steel . For if you were by my unkindness shaken , As I by yours , you ' ve pass'd a hell of time ; And I , a tyrant ...
... sorrow , which I then did feel , Needs must I under my transgression bow , Unless my nerves were brass or hammer'd steel . For if you were by my unkindness shaken , As I by yours , you ' ve pass'd a hell of time ; And I , a tyrant ...
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SIR WALTER RALEIGH 15521618 | 33 |
FULKE GREVILLE LORD BROOKE 15541628 | 49 |
GEORGE CHAPMAN 15601634 | 54 |
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