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" I've slept With mine eyes open a great while. No falsehood Equals a broken faith ; there's not a hair Sticks on my head but, like a leaden plummet, It sinks me to the grave : I must creep thither ; The journey is not long. "
Dramatic Works of John Ford ... - Page 333
by John Ford - 1827
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Dramatic Works, Volume 1

John Ford - English drama - 1811
...Equals a broken faith ; there's not a hair Sticks on my head but, like a leaden plummet, It sinks me to' the grave. I must creep thither ; The journey...everlasting darkness, Before the light of nature, chiefly formed For the whole world's delight, feel an eclipse So universal. Org. Wisdom, look ye, Begins to...
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The modern British drama, Volume 1

British drama - 1811
...grave. I must creep thithct ; The journey is not long. It/i. But thou, Penthea, Hast many years, 1 hope, to number yet, Ere thou canst travel that way. Bass. Let the sun first Be wrapped up in an everlasting darkness, Before the light of nature, chiefly formed For the whole world's...
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The Modern British Drama: In Five Volumes, Volume 1

English drama - 1811
...Equals a broken faith ; there's not a hair Sticks on my head, but, like a leaden plummet, It sinks me ok oĽ these ; Are they not yours? erstand they thus neglecte Itn. .But thou, Penthea, Hast many years, I hope, to number yet, Ere thou canst travel that way. Bait....
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Dramatic Works of John Ford ...

John Ford - Dramatists, English - 1827
...Equals a broken faith ; there's not a hair Sticks on my head but, like a leaden plummet, It sinks me to the grave : I must creep thither ; The journey is not long. It h. But thou, Penthea, Hast many years, I hope, to number yet, Ere thou canst travel that way. Bass....
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The dramatic works of John Ford, with an intr. and notes [by W. Harness?].

John Ford - 1831
...Equals a broken faith ; there's not a hair Sticks on my head but, like a leaden plummet, It sinks me to the grave : I must creep thither ; The journey...everlasting darkness, Before the light of nature, chiefly fbrm'd For the whole world's delight, feel an eclipse So universal ! Org. Wisdom, look ye, begins To...
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Poems

James Russell Lowell - 1844 - 279 pages
...Equals a broken faith ; there 's not a hair Sticks on my head but, like a leaden plummet, It sinks me to the grave ; I must creep thither ; The journey is not long. " Pen. Spare your hand ; Believe me, I '11 not hurt it. " Org. My heart too. " Pen. Complain not though...
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The Works of John Ford: Introduction by Gifford. List of plays. Commendatory ...

John Ford - 1869
...Equals a broken faith • there's not a hair Sticks on my head but, like a leaden plummet, It sinks me to the grave : I must creep thither • The journey...yet, Ere thou canst travel that way. Bass. Let the sun16 first Be wrapp'd up in an everlasting darkness, Before the light of nature, chiefly form'd For...
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History of English literature, tr. by H. van Laun, Volume 1

Hippolyte Adolphe Taine - 1871
...Equals a broken faith ; there's not a hair Sticks on my head, but, like a leaden plummet, It sinks me to the grave : I must creep thither ; The journey is not long. . . . Since I was first a wife, I might have been Mother to many pretty prattling babes ; They would...
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History of English Literature, Volume 1

Hippolyte Taine - English literature - 1871
...Equals a broken faith ; there's not a hair Sticks on my head, but, like a leaden plummet, It sinks me to the grave : I must creep thither ; The journey is not long. . . . Since I was first a wife, I might have been Mother to many pretty prattling babes ; They would...
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Development of English Literature and Language, Volume 1

Alfred Hix Welsh - English language - 1882
...Equals a broken faith ; there's not a hair Sticks on my head, but, like a leaden plummet, It sinks me to the grave: I must creep thither; The journey is not long.' Calantha, after enduring the most crushing calamities, concealed under a show of mirth, breaks under...
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