Cowley. Denham. Milton. Butler. Rochester. Roscommon. Otway. Waller. Pomfret. Dorset. Stepney. J. Philips. Walsh |
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The wounded youth and kind Philocrates ( So was her brother call'd ) grew foon so dear , So true and constant in their amities , And in that league so strictly joined were , That death itself could not their friendlip fcTHE SONG .
The wounded youth and kind Philocrates ( So was her brother call'd ) grew foon so dear , So true and constant in their amities , And in that league so strictly joined were , That death itself could not their friendlip fcTHE SONG .
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Reading his fatal Theta in the brows Of him who both his life and death commands , * Faireft , ” said he , “ whom the bright heavens Ere from his mouth hc the sad sentence knows : do cover , Such was his state to see her father come ...
Reading his fatal Theta in the brows Of him who both his life and death commands , * Faireft , ” said he , “ whom the bright heavens Ere from his mouth hc the sad sentence knows : do cover , Such was his state to see her father come ...
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There ' s nought but death can part our souls ; no time , Or angry friends , shall make my love decline : But for the harvest of our hopes I'll stay , Unless death cut it , cre ' tis ripe , away . CONSTANTIA , : Oh ! how this letter ...
There ' s nought but death can part our souls ; no time , Or angry friends , shall make my love decline : But for the harvest of our hopes I'll stay , Unless death cut it , cre ' tis ripe , away . CONSTANTIA , : Oh ! how this letter ...
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Whose doleful words my tir'd Muse me calls “ More my short time permits me not to tell , T'o'erpass ; which I most gladly do , for fear " For now death seizech me ; my dear , fare- That I Thould toil too much the reader's ear . well !
Whose doleful words my tir'd Muse me calls “ More my short time permits me not to tell , T'o'erpass ; which I most gladly do , for fear " For now death seizech me ; my dear , fare- That I Thould toil too much the reader's ear . well !
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“ That of thy death I may a partner be ; As she avoids the lion , her desire “ Tell Thisbe what hath cauz'd this tragedy ! " . Bids her to stay , left Pyramus should come , He , he..ing Thilbe's name , lifts up his eye ; And be devour'd ...
“ That of thy death I may a partner be ; As she avoids the lion , her desire “ Tell Thisbe what hath cauz'd this tragedy ! " . Bids her to stay , left Pyramus should come , He , he..ing Thilbe's name , lifts up his eye ; And be devour'd ...
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