The Oxford Library of English Poetry, Bind 1John Wain Oxford University Press, 1986 - 443 sider |
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... lost ; my wandering steps do stray ; I cannot safely go , nor safely stay ; Whom should I seek but Thee , my Path , my Way ? O , I am dead : To whom shall I , poor I , Repair ? To whom shall my sad ashes fly But Life ? And where is Life ...
... lost ; my wandering steps do stray ; I cannot safely go , nor safely stay ; Whom should I seek but Thee , my Path , my Way ? O , I am dead : To whom shall I , poor I , Repair ? To whom shall my sad ashes fly But Life ? And where is Life ...
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... lost them overplied In liberty's defense , my noble task , Of which all Europe talks from side to side . This thought might lead me through the world's vain masque , Content though blind , had I no better guide . from Paradise Lost BOOK ...
... lost them overplied In liberty's defense , my noble task , Of which all Europe talks from side to side . This thought might lead me through the world's vain masque , Content though blind , had I no better guide . from Paradise Lost BOOK ...
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... lost lay these , covering the flood , Under amazement of their hideous change . He called so loud that all the hollow deep Of hell resounded : ' Princes , Potentates , Warriors , the flow'r of heav'n , once yours , now lost , If such ...
... lost lay these , covering the flood , Under amazement of their hideous change . He called so loud that all the hollow deep Of hell resounded : ' Princes , Potentates , Warriors , the flow'r of heav'n , once yours , now lost , If such ...
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EDMUND SPENSER 15521599 | 1 |
SIR WALTER RALEIGH 15521618 | 33 |
Chorus of Priests | 49 |
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