Specimens of English Dramatic Poets: Who Lived about the Time of Shakespeare: with NotesIncludes selections, in verse, from plays by dramatists other than Shakespeare. |
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Hie to thy father's house , there lock thee fast Alone within thy chamber , then fall down On both thy knees , and grovel on the ground ; Cry to thy heart , wash every word thou utter'st In tears , and ( if't be possible ) of blood ...
Hie to thy father's house , there lock thee fast Alone within thy chamber , then fall down On both thy knees , and grovel on the ground ; Cry to thy heart , wash every word thou utter'st In tears , and ( if't be possible ) of blood ...
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| Title | Specimens of English Dramatic Poets: Who Lived about the Time of Shakespeare: with Notes London library |
| Author | Charles Lamb |
| Editor | Charles Lamb |
| Compiled by | Charles Lamb |
| Publisher | Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1808 |
| Original from | Oxford University |
| Digitized | 26 Nov 2007 |
| Length | 484 pages |
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