Poetry of the English Renaissance, 1509-1660 |
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... Here wept the guiltless slain , and lovers dead , That slew themselves when nothing else availed ; A thousand sorts of sorrows here , that wailed With sighs and tears , sobs , shrieks , and all yfear , That oh , alas , it was a hell ...
... Here wept the guiltless slain , and lovers dead , That slew themselves when nothing else availed ; A thousand sorts of sorrows here , that wailed With sighs and tears , sobs , shrieks , and all yfear , That oh , alas , it was a hell ...
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Thy liberal heart embalmed in grateful tears , Young sighs , sweet sighs , sage sighs bewail thy fall ; Envy her sting , and spite hath left her gall , Malice herself a mourning garment wears . That day their Hannibal died , our Scipio ...
Thy liberal heart embalmed in grateful tears , Young sighs , sweet sighs , sage sighs bewail thy fall ; Envy her sting , and spite hath left her gall , Malice herself a mourning garment wears . That day their Hannibal died , our Scipio ...
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Words I spent , Sighs I sent , Sighs and words could never draw her . ... As she sang , I did sigh , And by sighs whilst that I tried her , O mine eyes , You did lose Her first sight , whose want did pain you .
Words I spent , Sighs I sent , Sighs and words could never draw her . ... As she sang , I did sigh , And by sighs whilst that I tried her , O mine eyes , You did lose Her first sight , whose want did pain you .
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SIR THOMAS MORE | 9 |
GEORCE GASCOIGNE | 99 |
SIR Philip SIDNEY | 105 |
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