Poems in English, 1530-1940 |
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... BREATH Art thou alive ? It cannot be , There's so much rottenness in thee . Corruption only is in death , And what's more putrid than thy breath ? Think not you live because you speak , For graves such hollow sounds can make ; And ...
... BREATH Art thou alive ? It cannot be , There's so much rottenness in thee . Corruption only is in death , And what's more putrid than thy breath ? Think not you live because you speak , For graves such hollow sounds can make ; And ...
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... land . Ill fares the land , to hastening ills a prey , Where wealth accumulates and men decay ; Princes and lords may flourish or may fade ; 50 40 330 20 A breath can make them as a breath has made THE EIGHTEENTH CENTURY 227.
... land . Ill fares the land , to hastening ills a prey , Where wealth accumulates and men decay ; Princes and lords may flourish or may fade ; 50 40 330 20 A breath can make them as a breath has made THE EIGHTEENTH CENTURY 227.
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David Daiches William Charvat. A breath can make them as a breath has made : But a bold peasantry , their country's pride , When once destroyed , can never be supplied . A time there was , ere England's griefs began , When every rood of ...
David Daiches William Charvat. A breath can make them as a breath has made : But a bold peasantry , their country's pride , When once destroyed , can never be supplied . A time there was , ere England's griefs began , When every rood of ...
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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