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Henry Headley Henry Kett. He , when his plaints on earth were vainly spent , Down to Avernus ' river boldly went , And charm'd the meagre ghosts with mournful blandishment . There what his mother , fair Calliope , From Phoebus ' harp and ...
Henry Headley Henry Kett. He , when his plaints on earth were vainly spent , Down to Avernus ' river boldly went , And charm'd the meagre ghosts with mournful blandishment . There what his mother , fair Calliope , From Phoebus ' harp and ...
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... earth's fertility ; Bubbles of sweat decline not from their brow , Ne stooping labour makes their backs to bow : Yet plenty of all fruits upon their ground Seedless and artless every where is found . slight alterations , and amongst ...
... earth's fertility ; Bubbles of sweat decline not from their brow , Ne stooping labour makes their backs to bow : Yet plenty of all fruits upon their ground Seedless and artless every where is found . slight alterations , and amongst ...
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... earth , and now his stall Him seemed hell , and then he out would crawl ; And ever as he crept would squint aside , Lest him , perhaps , some fury had espy'd , And then , alas ! he should in chains for ever bide . Therefore he softly ...
... earth , and now his stall Him seemed hell , and then he out would crawl ; And ever as he crept would squint aside , Lest him , perhaps , some fury had espy'd , And then , alas ! he should in chains for ever bide . Therefore he softly ...
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... earth and heaven make ; that hath been Except in iron plates not long time seen ; And on their masts , where oft the ship - boy stood , ....... Some wearied crow is set . ] This image reminds us of a very spi- rited passage in Churchill ...
... earth and heaven make ; that hath been Except in iron plates not long time seen ; And on their masts , where oft the ship - boy stood , ....... Some wearied crow is set . ] This image reminds us of a very spi- rited passage in Churchill ...
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... earth the better part , Ruin of sight , and yet in whom we see Things oft that tide , and oft that never be . Without respect esteeming equally King Croesus ' pomp , and Irus ' poverty . And next in order sad Old Age we found , His ...
... earth the better part , Ruin of sight , and yet in whom we see Things oft that tide , and oft that never be . Without respect esteeming equally King Croesus ' pomp , and Irus ' poverty . And next in order sad Old Age we found , His ...
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Alençon ancient arms beauty Benwell blood born bower breast breath Cant castle cheerful crown Daniel Daphles dark Davenant death delight Doracles dost doth Drayton dreadful Dunmow Earle Earle of March edit Edmund Bolton Edward elegant English eyes fair falling idols fame fate fear Fletcher Francis Quarles genius Giles Fletcher Gondibert grace grief hand hath heart heav'n hell honour Jonson King live look Lord Milton mind Mortimer Muses never night nought Nut-brown Maid o'er Oxford Oxon passage PHINEAS FLETCHER pieces poem poet poetical poetry Poly-Olbion Priam prince Quarles queen reader reign rest Robert Fitz Walter Rosamond SAMUEL DANIEL seem'd seems Shakspeare sighs sight slain Slanes Castle sleep sorrow soul Spenser spirit stood sweet sword taste tears thee thing thou thought tion Trinity College unto verses victory Whilst woeful Wood words wretched writers
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