Spencer to CrabbeOxford University Press, 1990 - English poetry |
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Page 78
... eyes , would drink my tears And quench this fiery indignation Even in the matter of mine innocence ; Nay , after that , consume away in rust , But for containing fire to harm mine eye . Are you more stubborn - hard than hammer'd iron ...
... eyes , would drink my tears And quench this fiery indignation Even in the matter of mine innocence ; Nay , after that , consume away in rust , But for containing fire to harm mine eye . Are you more stubborn - hard than hammer'd iron ...
Page 79
... eyes : Let me not hold my tongue ; let me not , Hubert : Or Hubert , if you will , cut out my tongue , So I may keep mine eyes : O ! spare mine eyes , Though to no use but still to look on you : Lo ! by my troth , the instrument is cold ...
... eyes : Let me not hold my tongue ; let me not , Hubert : Or Hubert , if you will , cut out my tongue , So I may keep mine eyes : O ! spare mine eyes , Though to no use but still to look on you : Lo ! by my troth , the instrument is cold ...
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... Eyes without feeling , feeling without sight , Ears without hands or eyes , smelling sans all , Or but a sickly part of one true sense Could not so mope . O shame ! where is thy blush ? Rebellious hell , If thou canst mutine in a ...
... Eyes without feeling , feeling without sight , Ears without hands or eyes , smelling sans all , Or but a sickly part of one true sense Could not so mope . O shame ! where is thy blush ? Rebellious hell , If thou canst mutine in a ...
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