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... hope , good hap to have ; But woe to me , unhappy man , Whom hope nor hap acquiet can . SIR EDWARD DYER The buds of hope are starved with 86 SIR EDWARD DYER.
... hope , good hap to have ; But woe to me , unhappy man , Whom hope nor hap acquiet can . SIR EDWARD DYER The buds of hope are starved with 86 SIR EDWARD DYER.
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Robert Penn Warren, Albert Erskine. SIR EDWARD DYER The buds of hope are starved with fear , And still his foe presents his face ; My state , if hope and palm should bear Unto my hap , would be disgrace ; As diamond in wood were set , Or ...
Robert Penn Warren, Albert Erskine. SIR EDWARD DYER The buds of hope are starved with fear , And still his foe presents his face ; My state , if hope and palm should bear Unto my hap , would be disgrace ; As diamond in wood were set , Or ...
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... hope , Hope for I knew not what . Fast beat My heart at sight of the tall slope Or grass and yews , as if my feet Only by scaling its steps of chalk Would see something no other hill Ever disclosed . And now I walk Down it the last time ...
... hope , Hope for I knew not what . Fast beat My heart at sight of the tall slope Or grass and yews , as if my feet Only by scaling its steps of chalk Would see something no other hill Ever disclosed . And now I walk Down it the last time ...
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