Elizabethan Narrative VerseNigel Alexander Edward Arnold, 1967 - 338 pagina's |
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Pagina 36
... teares our bitter monings . The flouds doo faile their course to see our crosse , The fields forsake their greene to heare our griefe , The rockes will weepe whole springs to marke our losse , The hills relent to store our scant reliefe ...
... teares our bitter monings . The flouds doo faile their course to see our crosse , The fields forsake their greene to heare our griefe , The rockes will weepe whole springs to marke our losse , The hills relent to store our scant reliefe ...
Pagina 129
... teares , like liquid sleete , She watereth the Summer thirstie ground , Weeping so long , she fell into a sound . Againe revived by the standers by , 355 She doth intreate them to resolve her why , Duke Euristippus wrongeth her so much ...
... teares , like liquid sleete , She watereth the Summer thirstie ground , Weeping so long , she fell into a sound . Againe revived by the standers by , 355 She doth intreate them to resolve her why , Duke Euristippus wrongeth her so much ...
Pagina 130
... teares breake into weeping raine , He too soone banisht , I in dungeon cast , He for me mourneth , I for him complaine . He's banished , yet lives at libertie , And I exil'd , yet live in miserie : 400 He weepes for me far off , I for ...
... teares breake into weeping raine , He too soone banisht , I in dungeon cast , He for me mourneth , I for him complaine . He's banished , yet lives at libertie , And I exil'd , yet live in miserie : 400 He weepes for me far off , I for ...
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Introduction I | 1 |
The Fable of Ovid treting of Narcissus 1560 | 27 |
Scillaes Metamorphosis 1589 | 33 |
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