The Oxford Book of Seventeenth Century VerseSir Herbert John Clifford Grierson, Geoffrey Bullough Clarendon Press, 1934 - 974 sidor |
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... glory of our Isle , Thou far - far - more than mortall man , whose style Strucke more men dumbe to hearken to thy song , Than Orpheus Harpe , or Tully's golden tongue . To him ( as right ) for wits deepe quintessence , For honour ...
... glory of our Isle , Thou far - far - more than mortall man , whose style Strucke more men dumbe to hearken to thy song , Than Orpheus Harpe , or Tully's golden tongue . To him ( as right ) for wits deepe quintessence , For honour ...
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... glory is false glory , attributed To things not glorious , men not worthy of fame . They err who count it glorious to subdue By Conquest far and wide , to over - run Large Countries , and in field great Battels win , Great Cities by ...
... glory is false glory , attributed To things not glorious , men not worthy of fame . They err who count it glorious to subdue By Conquest far and wide , to over - run Large Countries , and in field great Battels win , Great Cities by ...
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... Glory wore : Alas I find the Serpent old That , twining in his speckled breast , About the flow'rs disguis'd does fold , With wreaths of Fame and Interest . Ah , foolish Man , that would'st debase with them , And mortal Glory , Heaven's ...
... Glory wore : Alas I find the Serpent old That , twining in his speckled breast , About the flow'rs disguis'd does fold , With wreaths of Fame and Interest . Ah , foolish Man , that would'st debase with them , And mortal Glory , Heaven's ...
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