Spencer to CrabbeOxford University Press, 1990 |
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Pagina 20
... night is nighing fast : Now bring the Bryde into the brydall boures . Now night is come , now soone her disaray , And in her bed her lay ; Lay her in lillies and in violets , And silken courteins ouer her display , And odourd sheetes ...
... night is nighing fast : Now bring the Bryde into the brydall boures . Now night is come , now soone her disaray , And in her bed her lay ; Lay her in lillies and in violets , And silken courteins ouer her display , And odourd sheetes ...
Pagina 21
... night , thou night so long expected , That long daies labour doest at last defray , And all my cares , which cruell loue collected , Hast sumd in one , and cancelled for aye : Spread thy broad wing ouer my loue and me , That no man may ...
... night , thou night so long expected , That long daies labour doest at last defray , And all my cares , which cruell loue collected , Hast sumd in one , and cancelled for aye : Spread thy broad wing ouer my loue and me , That no man may ...
Pagina 531
... night's foul bird , Rook'd in the spire , screams loud ! The gloomy aisles , Black - plaister'd , and hung round with shreds of ' scutcheons And tatter'd coats of arms , send back the sound , Laden with heavier airs , from the low ...
... night's foul bird , Rook'd in the spire , screams loud ! The gloomy aisles , Black - plaister'd , and hung round with shreds of ' scutcheons And tatter'd coats of arms , send back the sound , Laden with heavier airs , from the low ...
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SIR WALTER RALEIGH 15521618 | 33 |
FULKE GREVILLE LORD BROOKE 15541628 | 49 |
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