A Collection of English Poems, 1660-1800Ronald Salmon Crane |
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... Pain that I endur'd By your late Coldness I am cur'd . In losing me , proud Nymph , you lose The humblest Slave your Beauty Knows ; In losing you , I but throw down A cruel Tyrant from her Throne . My ranging Love did never find Such ...
... Pain that I endur'd By your late Coldness I am cur'd . In losing me , proud Nymph , you lose The humblest Slave your Beauty Knows ; In losing you , I but throw down A cruel Tyrant from her Throne . My ranging Love did never find Such ...
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... pain , Mountains of Whimseys , heapt in his own Brain , Stumbling from thought to thought , falls headlong down Into ... painful , and so long , That all his Life he has been in the wrong . Huddled in Dirt , [ the ] reas'ning Engine lies ...
... pain , Mountains of Whimseys , heapt in his own Brain , Stumbling from thought to thought , falls headlong down Into ... painful , and so long , That all his Life he has been in the wrong . Huddled in Dirt , [ the ] reas'ning Engine lies ...
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... pain I go , " None need my help , and none relieve my wo ; " Then let my bones beneath the turf be laid , " And men ... pain , and that alone , can cure- How would ye bear in real pain to lie , Despised , neglected , left alone to die ...
... pain I go , " None need my help , and none relieve my wo ; " Then let my bones beneath the turf be laid , " And men ... pain , and that alone , can cure- How would ye bear in real pain to lie , Despised , neglected , left alone to die ...
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ABRAHAM COWLEY 161816331667 | 1 |
SIR WILLIAM DAVENANT 160616351668 | 12 |
SIR JOHN DENHAM 161516421669 | 20 |
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