The PolyanthosJ. T. Buckingham, 1814 |
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... wyth bolde Richarde to the holie countrye , " When hee foughte wyth the Soldane , the proude Soladyn , " And Acre's strong towers from the Paynims did winne ; " But whether in flood , in breache , or in fyght , " Theyre terrours were ...
... wyth bolde Richarde to the holie countrye , " When hee foughte wyth the Soldane , the proude Soladyn , " And Acre's strong towers from the Paynims did winne ; " But whether in flood , in breache , or in fyght , " Theyre terrours were ...
261 psl.
... Wyth a wounde on her bosome , whence flows the lyfe's bloode ; « A Cystertian habit , a sacrede blacke vayle , " Envelopes her heade and flotes wylde on the gale . " Seven yeeres are elaps'd synce from hence disappeared " The lost ...
... Wyth a wounde on her bosome , whence flows the lyfe's bloode ; « A Cystertian habit , a sacrede blacke vayle , " Envelopes her heade and flotes wylde on the gale . " Seven yeeres are elaps'd synce from hence disappeared " The lost ...
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... wyth Christe's sacrede bloode . Attende to thys warninge so peace you'll obtaine , ' Reject it you'll never enioy it againe . ' " Glumlie sowne the deepe strokes of that loude passing bel , " And harke ! where aryses the choral's fulle ...
... wyth Christe's sacrede bloode . Attende to thys warninge so peace you'll obtaine , ' Reject it you'll never enioy it againe . ' " Glumlie sowne the deepe strokes of that loude passing bel , " And harke ! where aryses the choral's fulle ...
263 psl.
... wyth the soules of the deade ? " Why makest thou nyghte bydeous , the reason declare , " Or can we release thee by masse or by prayere ? " At that dreade adjuration most aweful to heare , The forme of the vysione seem'd shooke as wyth ...
... wyth the soules of the deade ? " Why makest thou nyghte bydeous , the reason declare , " Or can we release thee by masse or by prayere ? " At that dreade adjuration most aweful to heare , The forme of the vysione seem'd shooke as wyth ...
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... wyth yells ; For there the loste Palmere tyll fynish'd is tyme , In paynes purgatorial shall howle for hys cryme : O shunn that dark woode when dreade mydnyghte is neere , Yee strangers and pylgrimes whome chance may leade heere . Now ...
... wyth yells ; For there the loste Palmere tyll fynish'd is tyme , In paynes purgatorial shall howle for hys cryme : O shunn that dark woode when dreade mydnyghte is neere , Yee strangers and pylgrimes whome chance may leade heere . Now ...
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