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... II . CH . XXIV . § 1 . ( Compare No. LIV . ) Virgil , Eneid , 1. 530-3 . THERE is a land which Greeks Hesperia name , Ancient and strong , of much fertility ; Enotrians held it ; but we hear by fame , SIR WALTER RALEIGH . 73.
... II . CH . XXIV . § 1 . ( Compare No. LIV . ) Virgil , Eneid , 1. 530-3 . THERE is a land which Greeks Hesperia name , Ancient and strong , of much fertility ; Enotrians held it ; but we hear by fame , SIR WALTER RALEIGH . 73.
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... Compare Spedding's edit . of Bacon's " Works , " vol . vii . p . 269. In MS . Rawl . Poet . 117 , fol . 161 , it was first entitled " The Bubble , by R. W .; " ( ? H. W. ) altered to " by ye Lord Bacon . " In MS . Ashm . 38 , p . 2 ...
... Compare Spedding's edit . of Bacon's " Works , " vol . vii . p . 269. In MS . Rawl . Poet . 117 , fol . 161 , it was first entitled " The Bubble , by R. W .; " ( ? H. W. ) altered to " by ye Lord Bacon . " In MS . Ashm . 38 , p . 2 ...
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... compare with prince for pleasant days , Whose silent night brings quiet rest , whose steps no storm bewrays . How much be we then bound to God , who such provision makes To lay our cares upon the prince ! Thus doth He for our sakes ...
... compare with prince for pleasant days , Whose silent night brings quiet rest , whose steps no storm bewrays . How much be we then bound to God , who such provision makes To lay our cares upon the prince ! Thus doth He for our sakes ...
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... compare . XIX . A FANCY.1 ( By Sir Edward Dyer . ) E that his mirth hath lost , Whose comfort is dismayed , Whose hope is vain , whose faith is scorned , Whose trust is all betrayed , If he have held them dear , And cannot cease to moan ...
... compare . XIX . A FANCY.1 ( By Sir Edward Dyer . ) E that his mirth hath lost , Whose comfort is dismayed , Whose hope is vain , whose faith is scorned , Whose trust is all betrayed , If he have held them dear , And cannot cease to moan ...
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... forth my rueful plight , My fall or my exile , Yet is my grief not feigned , In which I starve and pine ; Who feel it most shall find it least If his compare with mine . My Muse if any ask , Whose grievous case was COURTLY POETS . 159.
... forth my rueful plight , My fall or my exile , Yet is my grief not feigned , In which I starve and pine ; Who feel it most shall find it least If his compare with mine . My Muse if any ask , Whose grievous case was COURTLY POETS . 159.
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