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... Stanza xxxi . 1 See Shakespeare , Coriolanus , Act ii . Sc . 3. Page 76 . 2 Look , then , into thine heart , and write . Longfellow , Voices of the Night . Prelude . 3 Quoted by Shakespeare in Merry Wives of Windsor . 4 The allegorical ...
... Stanza xxxi . 1 See Shakespeare , Coriolanus , Act ii . Sc . 3. Page 76 . 2 Look , then , into thine heart , and write . Longfellow , Voices of the Night . Prelude . 3 Quoted by Shakespeare in Merry Wives of Windsor . 4 The allegorical ...
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... stanza : - Hide , O , hide those hills of snow , Which thy frozen bosom bears , On whose tops the pinks that grow Are of those that April wears ! But first set my poor heart free , Bound in those icy chains by thee . What's mine is ...
... stanza : - Hide , O , hide those hills of snow , Which thy frozen bosom bears , On whose tops the pinks that grow Are of those that April wears ! But first set my poor heart free , Bound in those icy chains by thee . What's mine is ...
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... Stanza 12 . MICHAEL DRAYTON . 1563-1631 . Had in him those brave translunary things , That the first poets had . ( Of Marlowe . ) To Henry Reynolds , of Poets and Poesy . For that fine madness still he did retain , Which rightly should ...
... Stanza 12 . MICHAEL DRAYTON . 1563-1631 . Had in him those brave translunary things , That the first poets had . ( Of Marlowe . ) To Henry Reynolds , of Poets and Poesy . For that fine madness still he did retain , Which rightly should ...
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... Stanza 36 . JOHN FLETCHER . 1576-1625 . Man is his own star , and the soul that can Render an honest and a perfect man Commands all light , all influence , all fate . Nothing to him falls early , or too late . Our acts our angels are ...
... Stanza 36 . JOHN FLETCHER . 1576-1625 . Man is his own star , and the soul that can Render an honest and a perfect man Commands all light , all influence , all fate . Nothing to him falls early , or too late . Our acts our angels are ...
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... Stanza 39 . Whate'er he did was done with so much ease , In him alone ' t was natural to please . Absalom and Achitophel . Part i . Line 27 . A fiery soul , which , working out its way , Fretted the pygmy - body to decay , And o'er ...
... Stanza 39 . Whate'er he did was done with so much ease , In him alone ' t was natural to please . Absalom and Achitophel . Part i . Line 27 . A fiery soul , which , working out its way , Fretted the pygmy - body to decay , And o'er ...
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