American Poems (1625-1892)Walter Cochrane Bronson University of Chicago Press, 1912 - 669 страница |
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... till their last ende ; Their well advised talke evenly conveyes Their acts to their intents , and nere displayes Their secret projects by high words or light Till they conclude their end by fraud or might . No former friendship they in ...
... till their last ende ; Their well advised talke evenly conveyes Their acts to their intents , and nere displayes Their secret projects by high words or light Till they conclude their end by fraud or might . No former friendship they in ...
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... till it have run its last , Then may he live out threescore years or past . Next Youth came up , in gorgeous attire , As that fond age doth most of all desire : His Suit of Crimson , and his scarfe of green . His pride in ' s ...
... till it have run its last , Then may he live out threescore years or past . Next Youth came up , in gorgeous attire , As that fond age doth most of all desire : His Suit of Crimson , and his scarfe of green . His pride in ' s ...
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... Till twenty thousand Persians fell down slain ; And all that Army , then dismaid , had fled , 35 But that a Fugitive discovered How some might o're the mountains go about And wound the backs of those brave warriors stout . They , thus ...
... Till twenty thousand Persians fell down slain ; And all that Army , then dismaid , had fled , 35 But that a Fugitive discovered How some might o're the mountains go about And wound the backs of those brave warriors stout . They , thus ...
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... Till thou arrive at thy beloved place , 150 Nor is it rocks or shoals that can obstruct thy pace . " Nor is ' t enough that thou alone may'st slide , But hundred brooks in thy cleer waves do meet ; 155 So hand in hand along with thee ...
... Till thou arrive at thy beloved place , 150 Nor is it rocks or shoals that can obstruct thy pace . " Nor is ' t enough that thou alone may'st slide , But hundred brooks in thy cleer waves do meet ; 155 So hand in hand along with thee ...
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... till God began to powre Destruction the World upon in a tempestuous showre ; They put away the evil day , and drown'd their care and fears , Till drown'd were they and swept away So at the last , whilst Men sleep fast by vengeance ...
... till God began to powre Destruction the World upon in a tempestuous showre ; They put away the evil day , and drown'd their care and fears , Till drown'd were they and swept away So at the last , whilst Men sleep fast by vengeance ...
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