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Pagina 83
... sounds of music Creep in our ears : soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony . Sit , Jessica ... sound , Or any air of music touch their ears , You shall perceive them make a mutual stand , Their savage eyes turn ...
... sounds of music Creep in our ears : soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony . Sit , Jessica ... sound , Or any air of music touch their ears , You shall perceive them make a mutual stand , Their savage eyes turn ...
Pagina 413
... Sound a reveille , sound , sound , The Warrior God is come . Cho . of all . Sound the trumpet , & c . Momus . Thy sword within the scabbard keep , And let mankind agree ; Better the world were fast asleep , Than kept awake by thee . The ...
... Sound a reveille , sound , sound , The Warrior God is come . Cho . of all . Sound the trumpet , & c . Momus . Thy sword within the scabbard keep , And let mankind agree ; Better the world were fast asleep , Than kept awake by thee . The ...
Pagina 531
... sound so dreary . Doors creak , and windows clap , and 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 ...
... sound so dreary . Doors creak , and windows clap , and 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 ...
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SIR WALTER RALEIGH 15521618 | 33 |
FULKE GREVILLE LORD BROOKE 15541628 | 49 |
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