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... Night 241 September . Una among the Satyrs • 244 . 199 Prince Arthur · 245 RICHARD EDWARDS An Old Proverb Of Fortune's Power • 200 The Cave of Despair · 246 200 Ministering Angels • 247 Primeval Britain 200 248 An Adventure in Faerie ...
... Night 241 September . Una among the Satyrs • 244 . 199 Prince Arthur · 245 RICHARD EDWARDS An Old Proverb Of Fortune's Power • 200 The Cave of Despair · 246 200 Ministering Angels • 247 Primeval Britain 200 248 An Adventure in Faerie ...
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... night before he died SIR WALTER RALEIGH The Shepherd to his Flowers A Pilgrim to 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 ...
... night before he died SIR WALTER RALEIGH The Shepherd to his Flowers A Pilgrim to 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 ...
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... night , Well oughtest thou to fall , and I to die , Since she is went that wont was us to gie ! 5 “ O palace , whilom crown of houses all , Enluminèd with sun of allè bliss ! O ring of which the ruby is out - fall ! 6 O cause of wo that ...
... night , Well oughtest thou to fall , and I to die , Since she is went that wont was us to gie ! 5 “ O palace , whilom crown of houses all , Enluminèd with sun of allè bliss ! O ring of which the ruby is out - fall ! 6 O cause of wo that ...
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... night , in my sleeping , Right in my bed full readily , That it was by the morrow early ; 4 And up I rose and gan me clothe . Anon I wesh my hondès both ; A silver needle forth I drew Out of an aguiler3 quaint enew , And gan this needle ...
... night , in my sleeping , Right in my bed full readily , That it was by the morrow early ; 4 And up I rose and gan me clothe . Anon I wesh my hondès both ; A silver needle forth I drew Out of an aguiler3 quaint enew , And gan this needle ...
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... night ; The waker Goose ; the Cuckoo most unkind ; The Popinjay , full of delicacy ; The Drake , destroyer of his owen kind ; The Stork , the wreaker of adultery ; The hot Cormeraunt , full of gluttony ; The Raven wise ; the Crow , with ...
... night ; The waker Goose ; the Cuckoo most unkind ; The Popinjay , full of delicacy ; The Drake , destroyer of his owen kind ; The Stork , the wreaker of adultery ; The hot Cormeraunt , full of gluttony ; The Raven wise ; the Crow , with ...
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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 200 - Time's glory is to calm contending kings, To unmask falsehood, and bring truth to light, To stamp the seal of time in aged things, To wake the morn, and sentinel the night, To wrong the wronger till he render right ; To ruinate proud buildings with thy hours, And smear with dust their glittering golden towers : 1 To fill with worm-holes stately monuments, To feed oblivion with decay of things, To blot old books, and alter their contents, To pluck the quills from ancient ravens...