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... heart for his loss . Ben Jonson affirms that he died " for lack of bread , " and that when Lord Essex sent him ( too late ) twenty guineas , Spenser refused the gift , saying , “ He was sorry he had no time to spend them . " He was the ...
... heart for his loss . Ben Jonson affirms that he died " for lack of bread , " and that when Lord Essex sent him ( too late ) twenty guineas , Spenser refused the gift , saying , “ He was sorry he had no time to spend them . " He was the ...
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... the April dew , or beam of May , Its moss and lichen freshen and revive ; And thus the heart , most sear'd to human pleasure , Melts at the tear , —joys in the smile of woman . SHIRLEY , the latest of the Elizabethan dramatists , wrote 35.
... the April dew , or beam of May , Its moss and lichen freshen and revive ; And thus the heart , most sear'd to human pleasure , Melts at the tear , —joys in the smile of woman . SHIRLEY , the latest of the Elizabethan dramatists , wrote 35.
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... heart's unrest who of love tasteth . Griev'st thou that hearts should change ? Lo , where life reigneth , Or the free sight doth range , what long remaineth ? Spring , with her flowers , doth die , fast fades the gilded sky , And the ...
... heart's unrest who of love tasteth . Griev'st thou that hearts should change ? Lo , where life reigneth , Or the free sight doth range , what long remaineth ? Spring , with her flowers , doth die , fast fades the gilded sky , And the ...
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... heart doth sting : Whist , wanton , still ye , Else I , with roses , every day Will whip you hence , And bind you , when For your offence : you long to play , I'll shut mine eyes to keep you in ; I'll make you fast it for your sin ; I ...
... heart doth sting : Whist , wanton , still ye , Else I , with roses , every day Will whip you hence , And bind you , when For your offence : you long to play , I'll shut mine eyes to keep you in ; I'll make you fast it for your sin ; I ...
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Frederick Saunders. My hand was next to them , and then my heart ; I took , without more thinking , in good part Time's gentle admonition ; Who did so sweetly death's sad taste convey , Making my minde to smell my fatall day , Yet ...
Frederick Saunders. My hand was next to them , and then my heart ; I took , without more thinking , in good part Time's gentle admonition ; Who did so sweetly death's sad taste convey , Making my minde to smell my fatall day , Yet ...
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