Spencer to CrabbeOxford University Press, 1990 |
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Pàgina 75
... lives , and all are Bolingbroke's , And nothing can we call our own but death , And that small model of the barren ... live unto the world : And for because the world is populous , And here is not a creature but myself , I cannot do it ...
... lives , and all are Bolingbroke's , And nothing can we call our own but death , And that small model of the barren ... live unto the world : And for because the world is populous , And here is not a creature but myself , I cannot do it ...
Pàgina 350
... LIVE in these conquering leaves ; live all the same ; And walk through all tongues one triumphant flame . Live here , great Heart : and love and die and kill ; And bleed and wound ; and yield and conquer still . Let this immortal life ...
... LIVE in these conquering leaves ; live all the same ; And walk through all tongues one triumphant flame . Live here , great Heart : and love and die and kill ; And bleed and wound ; and yield and conquer still . Let this immortal life ...
Pàgina 351
... live again ; Still longing so to be still slain , So gainful is such loss of breath . I die even in desire of death . Still live in me this loving strife Of living Death and dying Life . For while Thou sweetly slayest me , Dead to ...
... live again ; Still longing so to be still slain , So gainful is such loss of breath . I die even in desire of death . Still live in me this loving strife Of living Death and dying Life . For while Thou sweetly slayest me , Dead to ...
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SIR WALTER RALEIGH 15521618 | 33 |
FULKE GREVILLE LORD BROOKE 15541628 | 49 |
GEORGE CHAPMAN 15601634 | 54 |
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