The Oxford Book of Seventeenth Century VerseSir Herbert John Clifford Grierson, Geoffrey Bullough Clarendon Press, 1934 - 974 Seiten |
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... leave this loathsome Jayle of Care and Paine . But thou who vulgare Foot - steps dost not trace , Learne to raise up thy Minde unto this Place , And what Earth - creeping Mortalles most affect , If not at all to scorne , yet to neglect ...
... leave this loathsome Jayle of Care and Paine . But thou who vulgare Foot - steps dost not trace , Learne to raise up thy Minde unto this Place , And what Earth - creeping Mortalles most affect , If not at all to scorne , yet to neglect ...
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... leave to love , Now What will you do ? Shall I your mirth , or passion move , When I begin to woo ; Will you torment , or scorn , or love me too ? Each petty beauty can disdain , and I Spight of your hate Without your leave can see ...
... leave to love , Now What will you do ? Shall I your mirth , or passion move , When I begin to woo ; Will you torment , or scorn , or love me too ? Each petty beauty can disdain , and I Spight of your hate Without your leave can see ...
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... Like Destiny of Poems , who , as she Signes death to all , her selfe can never die . Minikin nor Base : Treble nor Bass . And now thy purple - robed Tragedy , In her 687 RICHARD LOVELACE Then give me leave to leave my Rent with thee...
... Like Destiny of Poems , who , as she Signes death to all , her selfe can never die . Minikin nor Base : Treble nor Bass . And now thy purple - robed Tragedy , In her 687 RICHARD LOVELACE Then give me leave to leave my Rent with thee...
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