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I flow in grief , the smallest twine may lead me . Dirge on Hero's Death by Slander . Done to death by sland'rous tongues Counsel of no Weight in Misery . Was the Hero that here lies : I pray thee , cease my counsel , Death , in guerdon ...
I flow in grief , the smallest twine may lead me . Dirge on Hero's Death by Slander . Done to death by sland'rous tongues Counsel of no Weight in Misery . Was the Hero that here lies : I pray thee , cease my counsel , Death , in guerdon ...
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A woman , naturally born to fears ; For then ' tis like I should forget myself : And tho ' thou now confess thou didst but jest , O , if I could , what grief should I forget ! With my vex'd spirits I cannot take a truce , Preach some ...
A woman , naturally born to fears ; For then ' tis like I should forget myself : And tho ' thou now confess thou didst but jest , O , if I could , what grief should I forget ! With my vex'd spirits I cannot take a truce , Preach some ...
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[ grief . Your vile intent must needs seem horrible . Pand . You hold too heinous a respect of Const . He talks to me , that never had a son . To add to Perfection , superfluous and susK. Phil . You are as fond of grief as of your ...
[ grief . Your vile intent must needs seem horrible . Pand . You hold too heinous a respect of Const . He talks to me , that never had a son . To add to Perfection , superfluous and susK. Phil . You are as fond of grief as of your ...
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VOL | 1 |
Sonnets Narratives | 130 |
Satans Entrance into Paradise | 136 |
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