Astrophel And Stella – Sonnet CVIII (Sir Philip Sidney Poems)
When Sorrow, using mine own fire's might, Melts down his lead into my boiling breast, Through that dark furnace to ...
When Sorrow, using mine own fire's might, Melts down his lead into my boiling breast, Through that dark furnace to ...
The nightingale, as soon as April bringeth Unto her rested sense a perfect waking, While late bare earth, proud of ...
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