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''The People's violent Love and Hate;
One in extreames lov'd and abhor'd.
Riddles lie here; or in a word,
Here lies Blood; and let it lie
Speechlesse still, and never crie.''
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John Cleveland (1613-1658), British poet. Epitaph on the Earl of Strafford (l. 10-14). . .
New Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1950. Helen...
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I am no Poet here; my pen 's the spout,
Where the rain water of my eyes run out,
In pity of that name, whose fate wee see
Thus copied out in griefs Hydrography:
The Muses are not M...
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John Cleveland (1613-1658), British poet. On the Memory of Mr. Edward King, Drowned in the Irish Seas (l. 5-10). . .
Oxford Anthology of English L...
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