The Spencer Anthology: 1548-1591 A. D. |
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... of sight ; and yet in whom we see Things oft that ' tide , and oft that never be ! Without respect , esteeming equally King CROESUS ' pomp and IRUS ' poverty . And , next in order , sad OLD AGE we found . His beard all hoar , his eyes ...
... of sight ; and yet in whom we see Things oft that ' tide , and oft that never be ! Without respect , esteeming equally King CROESUS ' pomp and IRUS ' poverty . And , next in order , sad OLD AGE we found . His beard all hoar , his eyes ...
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ANON Arcadia ASTREA Astrophel and Stella Beauty bel ami bliss bonny Lass breast Carmela cheer CORIDON Crown 8vo CRUEL LOVE CUPID CYCLOPS dainty dart dear death delight desire didst disdain dost doth earth Edited Extra fcap eyes face Faery Queen fair Fancy fear fire flowers FORTUNE gold golden grace green GREENSLEEVES grief hair hand hath heart Heaven heavenly Heigh-ho honour India Paper JOVE King kiss Lady Lass live looks Love's Lovers Maids MARY AMBREE MELAMPUS mind never Noserez Noserez vous nought Nymph pain PHILLIS pity plain play poor praise Prince Queen quoth rest Roister Doister ROSADER ROSALYNDE scorn Shepherd shew SIDNEY sighs sight sing Six Court Comedies sleep smile SONG sorrow Swain tears thee THENOT THEOCRITUS thine thing thou art thou wouldst thought thy love unto VENUS W. W. SKEAT wanton weep wight wouldst not love youth
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