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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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John Ford; Ed. with Introduction and Notes

John Ford - 1888 - 514 pages
...me to the grave : I must creep thither ; The journey is not long. 1 ie Practise on my patience. fth. But thou, Penthea, Hast many years, I hope, to number...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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John Ford

John Ford - English drama - 1888 - 508 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. 1 ie Practise on my patience. . • Ith. But thou, Penthea, Hast many years, I hope, to number yet,...
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Conversations on Some of the Old Poets

James Russell Lowell - English poetry - 1893 - 656 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 Broken Heart

John Ford - 1894 - 172 pages
...a broken faith ; there's not a hair 76 /Sticks on my head but, like a leaden plummet, tit sinks me to the grave : I must creep thither ; The journey is not long. 1th. But thou, Penthea, Hast many years, I hope, to number yet, 80 Ere thou canst travel that way....
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Introduction by Gifford. List of plays. Commendatory verses. The lover's ...

John Ford - 1895 - 440 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...Ere thou canst travel that way. Bass. Let the sun 16 first Be wrapp'd up in an everlasting darkness, Before the light of nature, chiefly form'd For the...
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The Works of John Ford, Volume 1

John Ford - 1895 - 476 pages
...No falsehood Equals a ty -like a leaden plummet, Itjanksjng,.tO-th&.firave : Jjmust.creep thither ; Ith. But thou, Penthea, Hast many years, I hope, to...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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Specimens of the Elizabethan Drama from Lyly to Shirley, A.D. 1580-A.D. 1642 ...

William Henry Williams - English drama - 1905 - 600 pages
...Equals a broken faith ; there 's not a hair ao Sticks on my head but, like a leaden plummet, It sinks me to the grave : I must creep thither ; The journey...canst travel that way. Bass. Let the sun first Be wrapped up in an everlasting darkness, 25 Before the light of nature, chiefly formed For the whole...
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The Broken Heart

John Ford - 1906 - 244 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...thou, Penthea, Hast many years, I hope, to number yet, 90 Ere thou canst travel that way. £ass. Let the sun first Be wrapped up in an everlasting darkness,...
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'Tis Pity She's a Whore: And The Broken Heart

John Ford - 1915 - 360 pages
...is not long. Itho. But thou, Penthea, 65 root. GD, roof. Hast many yeeres, I hope, to number yet, 80 E're thou canst travel! that way. Bass. Let the [sun] first Be wrap'd up in an everlasting darknesse, Before the light of nature, chiefly form'd For the whole worlds...
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The Selected Plays of John Ford: The Broken Heart, 'Tis Pity She's a Whore ...

John Ford - Drama - 1986 - 388 pages
...pitifully: sirens, creatures part-bird, part-woman, Sticks on my head but like a leaden plummet It sinks me to the grave. I must creep thither; The journey is not long. ITHOCLES. But thou, Penthea, Hast many years, I hope, to number yet 80 Ere thou canst travel that way....
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