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... thine , Because I would not one of thine own doves , Not ev'n a rose , were offer'd to thee ? thine , Forgetful how my rich proĊmion makes Thy glory fly along the Italian field , In lays that will outlast thy Deity ? 71 ' Deity ? nay ...
... thine , Because I would not one of thine own doves , Not ev'n a rose , were offer'd to thee ? thine , Forgetful how my rich proĊmion makes Thy glory fly along the Italian field , In lays that will outlast thy Deity ? 71 ' Deity ? nay ...
Page 362
... thine head , -on mine , the dew , - And Death must dig the level where these agree . V I lift my heavy heart up solemnly , As once Electra her sepulchral urn , And looking in thine eyes , I overturn The ashes at thy feet . Behold and ...
... thine head , -on mine , the dew , - And Death must dig the level where these agree . V I lift my heavy heart up solemnly , As once Electra her sepulchral urn , And looking in thine eyes , I overturn The ashes at thy feet . Behold and ...
Page 523
... thine ears ; But alas ! it comes too late ! " Last night at mid - watch , by Aberdour , When the moon was dead in the skies , O King , in a death - light of thine own I saw thy shape arise . " And in full season , as erst I said , 472 ...
... thine ears ; But alas ! it comes too late ! " Last night at mid - watch , by Aberdour , When the moon was dead in the skies , O King , in a death - light of thine own I saw thy shape arise . " And in full season , as erst I said , 472 ...
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