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" THE FUNERAL WHOEVER comes to shroud me, do not harm Nor question much That subtle wreath of hair about mine arm; The mystery, the sign, you must not touch, For 'tis my outward soul, Viceroy to that which, unto heav'n being gone, Will leave this to control... "
Bell's Edition - Página 20
por John Bell - 1799
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English Prose and Poetry (1137-1892)

John Matthews Manly - 1916 - 828 páginas
...must be, If she whom I love, should love me. 28 THE FUNERAL Whoever comes to shroud me, do not'harm control And keep these limbs, her provinces, from dissolution. 8 For if the sinewy thread 1 my brain...
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The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250-1900

Sir Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch - 1918 - 1116 páginas
...kindle, go'st to come: then I Will dream that hope again, but else would die. 200. The Funeral YVYHOEVER comes to shroud me, do not harm " Nor question much...which, unto heav'n being gone, Will leave this to control And keep these limbs, her provinces, from dissolution. For if the sinewy thread my brain lets...
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The Art of Letters

Robert Lynd - 1920 - 256 páginas
...should pass, Should I tell what a miracle she was. In The Funeral he returns to the same theme : Whoever comes to shroud me do not harm Nor question much That subtle wreath of hair that crowns my arm ; The mystery, the sign you must not touch, For 'tis my outward soul. In this poem,...
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Metaphysical Lyrics & Poems of the Seventeenth Century, Donne to Butler

Sir Herbert John Clifford Grierson - 1921 - 316 páginas
...startling, jarring, arresting phrase : / For God's sake hold your tongue and let me JB»-: Who ever comes to shroud me do not harm Nor question much That subtle wreath of hair, which crowns my arm : ' I taught my silks their rustling to forbe-ir, Even my opprest shoes dumb and...
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The Art of Letters

Robert Lynd - 1921 - 304 páginas
...Should I tell what a miracle she was. In The Funeral he returns to the same theme : Whoever conies to shroud me do not harm Nor question much That subtle wreath of hair that crowns my arm; The mystery, the sign you must not touch, For 'tis my outward soul. In this poem,...
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A Primer of Literary Criticism

Gertrude Eleanor Hollingworth - 1924 - 148 páginas
...have taken. § 91. Now let us " appreciate " a passage, and see how the method works : — Whoever comes to shroud me, do not harm Nor question much...which, unto heav'n being gone, Will leave this to control Let us suppose you have passed the first stage — the reading aloud with all the " expression...
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English Prose and Poetry

John Matthews Manly - 1926 - 928 páginas
...That Thou remember them, some claim as debt; 1 think it mercy if Thou wilt forget. THE FUNERAL Whoever hews control And keep these limbs, her provinces, from dissolution. 8 For if the sinewy thread г my brain...
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An Anthology of World Poetry

Mark Van Doren - 1928 - 1390 páginas
...Falsehood is worse than hate; and that muft be, If she whom I love, should love me. THE FUNERAL WHOEVER comes to shroud me, do not harm Nor question much That subtle wreath of hair about mine arm; The myslery, the sign you muft not touch, For 'tis my outward soul, Viceroy to that which, unto heav'n...
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Elizabethan Verse and Prose (non-dramatic)

George Reuben Potter - 1928 - 640 páginas
...obliquely run; Thy firmness makes my circle just, And makes me end where I begun. THE FUNERAL WHOEVER comes to shroud me, do not harm, Nor question much, That subtle wreath of hair, which crowns my arm. The mystery, the sign you must not touch; For 'tis my outward soul, Viceroy to...
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The Love Poems of John Donne

John Donne - 1982 - 144 páginas
...hoever comes to shroud me, do not harm Nor question much That subtle wreath of hair, which crowns my arm; The mystery, the sign you must not touch, For 'tis my outward soul, Viceroy to that, which then to heaven being gone, Will leave this to control, And keep these limbs, her provinces, from dissolution....
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