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Page 102
But these ways Were not the paths I meant unto thy praise : For seeliest ignorance on these may light , Which , when it sounds at best , but echoes right ; Or blind affection , which doth ne'er advance The truth , but gropes ...
But these ways Were not the paths I meant unto thy praise : For seeliest ignorance on these may light , Which , when it sounds at best , but echoes right ; Or blind affection , which doth ne'er advance The truth , but gropes ...
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His praise dispraises , his dispraises praise : Enough , if best men best thy labors deem , And to the highest pitch thy merit raise . In spite of this point of view Giles , to us so clearly the best singer of all the Spenserian ...
His praise dispraises , his dispraises praise : Enough , if best men best thy labors deem , And to the highest pitch thy merit raise . In spite of this point of view Giles , to us so clearly the best singer of all the Spenserian ...
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Repine not at the taper's thrifty waste , That sleeks thy tersed poems ; nor is haste Praise , but excuse ; and if thou overcome A knotty writer , bring the booty home ; Nor think it theft if the rich spoils so torn From conquered ...
Repine not at the taper's thrifty waste , That sleeks thy tersed poems ; nor is haste Praise , but excuse ; and if thou overcome A knotty writer , bring the booty home ; Nor think it theft if the rich spoils so torn From conquered ...
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Contents
THE SEVENTEENTH CENTURY IN ENGLAND | 1 |
JOHN DONNE | 21 |
BEN JONSON | 76 |
Copyright | |
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Bibliographic information
| Title | English Poetry of the Seventeenth Century |
| Editor | Roberta Florence Brinkley |
| Edition | revised |
| Publisher | Norton, 1942 |
| Original from | the University of Michigan |
| Digitized | 5 Feb 2007 |
| Length | 672 pages |
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