Spencer to CrabbeOxford University Press, 1990 |
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Strana 80
... wind , cooling my broth , Would blow me to an ague , when I thought What harm a wind too great might do at sea . I should not see the sandy hour - glass run But I should think of shallows and of flats . And see my wealthy Andrew dock'd ...
... wind , cooling my broth , Would blow me to an ague , when I thought What harm a wind too great might do at sea . I should not see the sandy hour - glass run But I should think of shallows and of flats . And see my wealthy Andrew dock'd ...
Strana 107
... wind and the rain ; A foolish thing was but a toy , For the rain it raineth every day . But when I came to man's estate , With hey , ho , the wind and the rain ; ' Gainst knaves and thieves men shut their gates , For the rain it raineth ...
... wind and the rain ; A foolish thing was but a toy , For the rain it raineth every day . But when I came to man's estate , With hey , ho , the wind and the rain ; ' Gainst knaves and thieves men shut their gates , For the rain it raineth ...
Strana 650
... Wind for France , 61 Farewell , rewards and fairies , 227 Farewell ! thou art too dear for my possessing , 173 Farewell , too little and too lately known , 409 150 Fear no more the heat o ' the sun , Fie on all courtesy , and unruly winds ...
... Wind for France , 61 Farewell , rewards and fairies , 227 Farewell ! thou art too dear for my possessing , 173 Farewell , too little and too lately known , 409 150 Fear no more the heat o ' the sun , Fie on all courtesy , and unruly winds ...
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SIR WALTER RALEIGH 15521618 | 33 |
FULKE GREVILLE LORD BROOKE 15541628 | 49 |
GEORGE CHAPMAN 15601634 | 54 |
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