An Oxford Anthology of English PoetryHoward Foster Lowry, Willard Thorp |
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Page 277
... true . ΙΟ Will no other vice content you ? Wil it not serve your turn to do , as did your mothers ? Or have you all old vices spent , and now would finde out others ? Or doth a feare , that men are true , torment you ? Oh we are not ...
... true . ΙΟ Will no other vice content you ? Wil it not serve your turn to do , as did your mothers ? Or have you all old vices spent , and now would finde out others ? Or doth a feare , that men are true , torment you ? Oh we are not ...
Page 413
... true Genius . That most men are born with some Taste , but spoiled by false education . The multitude of Critics ... true Genius is but rare , True Taste as seldom is the Critic's share ; Both must alike from Heav'n derive their light ...
... true Genius . That most men are born with some Taste , but spoiled by false education . The multitude of Critics ... true Genius is but rare , True Taste as seldom is the Critic's share ; Both must alike from Heav'n derive their light ...
Page 543
... True Thomas he took off his hat , And bowed him low down till 14 his knee : ' All hail , thou mighty Queen of Heaven ! For your peer on earth I never did see . ' ' O no , O no , True Thomas , ' she says , That name does not belong to me ...
... True Thomas he took off his hat , And bowed him low down till 14 his knee : ' All hail , thou mighty Queen of Heaven ! For your peer on earth I never did see . ' ' O no , O no , True Thomas , ' she says , That name does not belong to me ...
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