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| Why wert thou so dear? They know not I knew thee, Who knew thee too well:- Long, long shall I rue thee, Too deeply to tell. Byron |
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Could he not beg the loan of Charles's Wain? Or pray Medea for a single dragon? Byron |
| Soon will be growing Green blades from her mound, And daisies be showing Like stars on the ground, Till she form part of them - Ay - the sweet heart of them, Loved beyond measure With a child's pleasure All her life's round. Thomas Hardy |
In Time of "The Breaking of Nations" Only a man harrowing clods In a slow silent walk With a old horse that stumbles and nods Half asleep as they stalk. Only thin smoke without flame From the heaps of couch-grass; Yet this will go inward the same Though Dynasties pass. Yonder a maid and her wight Come whispering by: War's annals will cloud into night Ere their story die. Thomas Hardy |
The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece! Where burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of war and peace, Where Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, except their sun, is set. Byron |
Soft hour! which wakes the wish and melts the heart Of those who sail the seas, on the first day When they from their sweet friends are torn apart; Or fills with love the pilgrim on his way As the first bell of vesper makes him start, Seeming to weep the dying day's decay; Is this a fancy which our reason scorns? Ah! surely nothing dies but something mourns! Byron |
Yes, I companion him to places Only dreamers know, Where the shy hares print long paces, Where the night rooks go; Into old aisles where the past is all to him, Close as his shade can do, Always lacking the power to call to him, Near as I reach thereto! Thomas Hardy |
But I'm digressing; what on earth has Nero, Or any such like sovereign buffoons, To do with the transactions of my hero, More than such madmen's fellow man - the moon's? Sure my invention must be down at zero, And I grown one of many "wooden spoons" Of verse (the name with which we Cantabs please To dub the last of honours in degrees). Byron |
| Why was Christopher Marlowe christened twice in 1564, once on the 26th of February at St.George the Martyr, Canterbury Kent, in which John Marlow and Catherine Arthur were married earlier on, and the same year in Musgrave Westmorland, by John Marlowe and Katherine Authur? or maybe the first one had died and they'd called the second one Christopher too. Especially as there's *another* Christopher Marlowe christened in Canterbury Kent in 1563 the year before!!! just how many of them were there? presumably they kept on dying and were replaced with another one!!! or...was the Westmorland christening into say the Roman Catholic church to which some of the family may have adhered? of course they wouldn't do such a christening just round the corner from their own home and neighbors... well it's food for thought anyway what is certain is that some of the family were in Westmorland, a long way to go from Kent especially in those days and while poor. |
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| William Cecil, Lord Burlegh <anagrams> = Ill-will? our Cambridge lech? Ill will, hog? cruel bad crime! Oh ill, Cambridge! cruel will! He will grab C.M.? ... cruel, I do ill I will grab C.M.? O I'd cruel hell! He'll grab C.M.?? ... I will do, cruel I ! |
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Canterbury's poet = can be pretty sour! |
| "what a piece of work is a man" = O ace! a *Kit* ! a man few worship??? |
| O mask a Christopher Marlowe = C.M. ? tomorrow hail Shakespear! |
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Doctor Dee pined for a pint ? = or a deception in Deptford ? |
| Kit Marlowe = K.M. "owe" trial ? ? |
| Marlowe = meal row ? ? |
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Had visited Windermere? = Edward de Vere ...Hi ! in mist ... |
| In Deptford, I = died for pint ?? = I'd top friend |
| London crime ? bail ... wary Bend law ? I, I ! royal *con* Mr. ! |
| In Deptford ale house = O pretend oafish duel ?? Life done ?? ... he'd a stupor |
Edward de Vere, Earl of Oxford = Red deed lad ? ... wore favor of *Rex* |
Edward de Vere = Wed? ever dread Ever wed adder?? = We revered Dad? Red deed? ... waver ... Dr. Dee ... we'd aver? ... = Dr. Dee...wavered |
Edward De Vere, Earl of Oxford = "Red dwarf for leader ?? O ! O ! vexed ! " |
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| Kit Marlowe's grave = A log save writer K.M. ? Goal ...... save writer K.M. |
Christopher Marlowe = Lower him ? ...... porch, rest ... Lower him ? ... or ... rap chest ? |
Coroner William Danby = Marlowe ...... I, conn'd by liar? Inn ...... Lo! bard Marlowe, icy ?? |
Kit Marlowe's in grave ? = O, we save K.M. trial ! ... grin ! O ! we're saving K.M. trial ! |
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Arbella Stuart = A rat rule? blast... Slut a real brat A. be a star trull |
O Arbella Stuart = Alas rat ! trouble ! Brat to rule ? alas A brute, or a stall A trull, or a beast Laurel to star B.A. |
Earl of Pembroke = Bleaker poem for ? K. ...... mope for a rebel ? O be repeal for K.M. ? Bloke free ? or map ...... Broke ? lo ! free map Book, free ...... palmer |
"Hamlet, Prince of Denmark" = Hate for K.M. ? ...... planned crime |
"The Tragedy of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark" = At Deptford inn, ye charge K.M.for the meal ?? At Deptford inn, thy meal free ? O charge K.M. ! |
Kit Marlowe's death ? ...... = Makes it "hold water" ? Kit made later show ! Alerted Kit's ma ? who ? {or how?} |
Kit Marlowe's death ? ..... = What ? O K.M. dies *later* ! Alter ! ...... Kit made show ...... It masked ...... later, who ? |
Kit Marlowe's death ? ...... = "I was K.M. ......" O ! had letter Ask whom ..... "I'd a letter" ...... |
Kit Marlowe's Plays = Prowess at may kill Slay K.M. ? ...... pal swore it ! |
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A deception in Deptford ...... = Decent profit ...... and I dope |
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