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Lo ! where the heath , with withering brake grown o'er , Lends the light turf that warms the neighbouring poor ; From thence a length of burning sand appears , Where the thin harvest waves its withered ears ; Rank weeds , that every art ...
Lo ! where the heath , with withering brake grown o'er , Lends the light turf that warms the neighbouring poor ; From thence a length of burning sand appears , Where the thin harvest waves its withered ears ; Rank weeds , that every art ...
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... The yearly dinner or septennial bribe , Wait on the shore , and , as the waves run high , On the tossed vessel bend their eager eye , Which to their coast directs its venturous way ; Theirs , or the ocean's , miserable prey .
... The yearly dinner or septennial bribe , Wait on the shore , and , as the waves run high , On the tossed vessel bend their eager eye , Which to their coast directs its venturous way ; Theirs , or the ocean's , miserable prey .
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The waves breaking on cold gray stones are obviously enough symbols of “ thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears , " but the simple and direct quality of the poem makes this obviousness appropriate . Having introduced the sea ...
The waves breaking on cold gray stones are obviously enough symbols of “ thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears , " but the simple and direct quality of the poem makes this obviousness appropriate . Having introduced the sea ...
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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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