Poems in English, 1530-1940 |
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Some have too much , yet still do crave , I little have , and seek no more : They are but poor , though much they have , And I am rich with little store : They poor , I rich ; they beg , I give ; They lack , I leave ; they pine , I live ...
Some have too much , yet still do crave , I little have , and seek no more : They are but poor , though much they have , And I am rich with little store : They poor , I rich ; they beg , I give ; They lack , I leave ; they pine , I live ...
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Ye friends to truth , ye statesmen , who survey The rich man's joys increase , the poor's decay , ' Tis yours to judge how wide the limits stand Between a splendid and an happy land . Proud swells the tide with loads of freighted ore ...
Ye friends to truth , ye statesmen , who survey The rich man's joys increase , the poor's decay , ' Tis yours to judge how wide the limits stand Between a splendid and an happy land . Proud swells the tide with loads of freighted ore ...
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... Whose greedy waves devour the lessening shore ; Till some fierce tide , with more imperious sway , Sweeps the low hut and all it holds away ; When the sad tenant weeps from door to door , And begs a poor protection from the poor !
... Whose greedy waves devour the lessening shore ; Till some fierce tide , with more imperious sway , Sweeps the low hut and all it holds away ; When the sad tenant weeps from door to door , And begs a poor protection from the poor !
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Contents
Introduction | 3 |
HENRY HOWARD EARL OF SURREY 15161547 | 12 |
Come sleep O sleep the certain knot of peace 15 Stella oft sees the very face of woe | 18 |
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