the marlowe society - sonnet 86 كلمات أغنية
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was it the proud full sail of his great verse
bound for the prize of all_too_precious you
that did my ripe thoughts in my brain in_he_rs_
making their tomb the womb wherein they grew?
was it his spirit, by spirits taught to write
above a mortal pitch, that struck me dead?
no, neither he, nor his compeers by night
giving him aid, my verse astonished
he, nor that affable familiar ghost
which nightly gulls him with intelligence
as victors, of my silence cannot boast;
i was not sick of any fear from thence
but when your countenance filled up his line
then lackеd i matter, that enfeebled minе
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