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... gazest much Upon the golden skies : Would I were Heaven ! I would behold Thee then with all mine eyes . " Turberville . " And there that Shepherd of the Ocean is . " " For of the soul the body form doth take Spenser . GENERAL PREFACE . vii.
... gazest much Upon the golden skies : Would I were Heaven ! I would behold Thee then with all mine eyes . " Turberville . " And there that Shepherd of the Ocean is . " " For of the soul the body form doth take Spenser . GENERAL PREFACE . vii.
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... heaven with every wink . ” " Death , that sits Lodge . Upon the fist of Fate past highest air . " Chapman . " The bird that loveth humans best , That hath the bugle eyes and rosy breast , And is the yellow Autumn's nightingale ...
... heaven with every wink . ” " Death , that sits Lodge . Upon the fist of Fate past highest air . " Chapman . " The bird that loveth humans best , That hath the bugle eyes and rosy breast , And is the yellow Autumn's nightingale ...
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... Heaven , Over all the silver mountains Where do spring those nectar fountains . And I there will sweetly kiss The happy bowl of peaceful bliss , Drinking mine eternal fill , Flowing from each milky hill My soul will be a - dry before ...
... Heaven , Over all the silver mountains Where do spring those nectar fountains . And I there will sweetly kiss The happy bowl of peaceful bliss , Drinking mine eternal fill , Flowing from each milky hill My soul will be a - dry before ...
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... Heaven in search of Justice The Farewell On the Snuff of a Candle , the The Poet's Epitaph . SIR PHILIP SIDNEY Not at First Sight • 270 269 ROBERT SOUTHWELL The Burning Babe · 299 · 300 Scorn not the Least . · 301 • • 271 ROBERT GREENE ...
... Heaven in search of Justice The Farewell On the Snuff of a Candle , the The Poet's Epitaph . SIR PHILIP SIDNEY Not at First Sight • 270 269 ROBERT SOUTHWELL The Burning Babe · 299 · 300 Scorn not the Least . · 301 • • 271 ROBERT GREENE ...
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... Heaven 363 A Dirge 335 The Preparation for Execution PHINEAS FLETCHER · . 365 335 Strife . . 365 Fortitude 366 SIR JOHN DAVIS 336 Opinions about the Soul • 337 Myself Sparks of Light . · 338 DR . JOHN DONNE 338 Phyllis Courage of Straw ...
... Heaven 363 A Dirge 335 The Preparation for Execution PHINEAS FLETCHER · . 365 335 Strife . . 365 Fortitude 366 SIR JOHN DAVIS 336 Opinions about the Soul • 337 Myself Sparks of Light . · 338 DR . JOHN DONNE 338 Phyllis Courage of Straw ...
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Page 207 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it.
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Page 230 - Yet must I not give Nature all; thy Art My gentle Shakespeare, must enjoy a part. For though the poet's matter nature be, His art doth give the fashion; and, that he Who casts to write a living line, must sweat, (Such as thine are) and strike the second heat Upon the Muses...
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