The history of English poetry. To which are prefixed, three dissertations. From the ed. of 1824, superintended by R. Price, now further improved, Volume 31840 |
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... line , it will naturally be asked , what was lady Elisabeth Gerald's connection with Tuscany ? The be- ginnings of noble families , like those of nations , often owe somewhat to fictitious embellishment : and our genealogists uniformly ...
... line , it will naturally be asked , what was lady Elisabeth Gerald's connection with Tuscany ? The be- ginnings of noble families , like those of nations , often owe somewhat to fictitious embellishment : and our genealogists uniformly ...
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... lines on the same subject are remarkable . Divers thy death do diversly bemone : Some that in presence of thy livelyhede Lurked , whose brestes envy with hate had swolne , Yeld Cesar's teares upon Pompeius ' head.a There is great ...
... lines on the same subject are remarkable . Divers thy death do diversly bemone : Some that in presence of thy livelyhede Lurked , whose brestes envy with hate had swolne , Yeld Cesar's teares upon Pompeius ' head.a There is great ...
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... lines may contain an oblique allusion to some of the king's amours . Some passages in his Description of the restlesse state of a Lover , are pictures of the heart , and touched with delicacy . I wish for night , more covertly to plaine ...
... lines may contain an oblique allusion to some of the king's amours . Some passages in his Description of the restlesse state of a Lover , are pictures of the heart , and touched with delicacy . I wish for night , more covertly to plaine ...
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... lines . Shelton for love , Surrey for lord thee chasea : ( Aye me , while life did last that league was tender ! ) Tracing whose steps , thou sawest Kelsall blase , Laundersey burnt , and batterd Bulleyn's render " : At Mortrell gates ...
... lines . Shelton for love , Surrey for lord thee chasea : ( Aye me , while life did last that league was tender ! ) Tracing whose steps , thou sawest Kelsall blase , Laundersey burnt , and batterd Bulleyn's render " : At Mortrell gates ...
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... lines to his lutet , in which , The lover complaineth the un- kindness of his love . Fol . 44 . e NENIE in Mortem T. Viati , Lond . 1542. 4to . See also Leland's Encom . p . 358 . * [ The following epitaph from Leland , as it is short ...
... lines to his lutet , in which , The lover complaineth the un- kindness of his love . Fol . 44 . e NENIE in Mortem T. Viati , Lond . 1542. 4to . See also Leland's Encom . p . 358 . * [ The following epitaph from Leland , as it is short ...
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