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Page 174
But he is gone ; then inwards turn your light , Behold him there : here never shall you more ; O'erhang this sad plain with eternal night ; Or change the gaudy green she whilom wore To fenny black ! Hyperion great To ashy paleness turn ...
But he is gone ; then inwards turn your light , Behold him there : here never shall you more ; O'erhang this sad plain with eternal night ; Or change the gaudy green she whilom wore To fenny black ! Hyperion great To ashy paleness turn ...
Page 231
If blazing Honor chance to fill my veins With flattering warmth , and flash of courtly fire , My soul can take a pleasure in her pains ; My lofty strutting steps disdain to tire ; My antic knees can turn upon the hinges Of compliment ...
If blazing Honor chance to fill my veins With flattering warmth , and flash of courtly fire , My soul can take a pleasure in her pains ; My lofty strutting steps disdain to tire ; My antic knees can turn upon the hinges Of compliment ...
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Shall stuff their lines and swell the windy page , Till verse , refined by thee in this last age , Turn ballad - rhyme , or those old idols be Adored again with new apostasy . O pardon me , that break with untuned verse The reverend ...
Shall stuff their lines and swell the windy page , Till verse , refined by thee in this last age , Turn ballad - rhyme , or those old idols be Adored again with new apostasy . O pardon me , that break with untuned verse The reverend ...
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Contents
THE SEVENTEENTH CENTURY IN ENGLAND | 1 |
JOHN DONNE | 21 |
BEN JONSON | 76 |
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