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Pagina 86
Oh , wilt thou therefore rise from me ? Why should we rise because ' tis light ? Did we lie down because ' twas night ? Love which in spite of darkness brought us hither Should , in despite of light , keep us together .
Oh , wilt thou therefore rise from me ? Why should we rise because ' tis light ? Did we lie down because ' twas night ? Love which in spite of darkness brought us hither Should , in despite of light , keep us together .
Pagina 105
My Shakespeare , rise ; I will not lodge thee by Chaucer , or Spenser , or bid Beaumont lie A little further to make thee a room ; Thou art a monument , without a tomb , And art alive still , while thy book doth live And we have wits to ...
My Shakespeare , rise ; I will not lodge thee by Chaucer , or Spenser , or bid Beaumont lie A little further to make thee a room ; Thou art a monument , without a tomb , And art alive still , while thy book doth live And we have wits to ...
Pagina 191
In prospects thus , some objects please our eyes , Which out of nature's common order rise , The shapeless rock , or hanging precipice . Great Wits sometimes may gloriously offend , And rise to faults true Critics dare not mend .
In prospects thus , some objects please our eyes , Which out of nature's common order rise , The shapeless rock , or hanging precipice . Great Wits sometimes may gloriously offend , And rise to faults true Critics dare not mend .
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