An Oxford Anthology of English PoetryHoward Foster Lowry, Willard Thorp |
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... praise too much . ' Tis true , and all mens suffrage . But these wayes Were not the paths I meant unto thy praise ; For seeliest ignorance on these may light , Which , when it sounds at best , but eccho's right ; Or blind affection ...
... praise too much . ' Tis true , and all mens suffrage . But these wayes Were not the paths I meant unto thy praise ; For seeliest ignorance on these may light , Which , when it sounds at best , but eccho's right ; Or blind affection ...
Page 420
... praise at morning what they blame at night , 230 But always think the last opinion right . A Muse by these is like a mistress used , This hour she's idolized , the next abused ; While their weak heads , like towns unfor- tified ...
... praise at morning what they blame at night , 230 But always think the last opinion right . A Muse by these is like a mistress used , This hour she's idolized , the next abused ; While their weak heads , like towns unfor- tified ...
Page 491
... praise my wondrous power , And dance , forgetful of the noon - tide hour . 250 Alike all ages . Dames of ancient days Have led their children through the mirth- ful maze , And the gay grandsire , skill'd in gestic 14 lore , Has frisk'd ...
... praise my wondrous power , And dance , forgetful of the noon - tide hour . 250 Alike all ages . Dames of ancient days Have led their children through the mirth- ful maze , And the gay grandsire , skill'd in gestic 14 lore , Has frisk'd ...
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Sir Walter Raleigh to the Queen | 24 |
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