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Bulchevy’s Book of English Verse
Contents:
92. The Highway
HIGHWAY, since you my chief Parnassus be,
And that my Muse, to some ears not unsweet,
Tempers her words to trampling horses’ feet
More oft than to a chamber-melody,—
Now blessed you bear onward blessèd me
To her, where I my heart, safe-left, shall meet;
My Muse and I must you of duty greet
With thanks and wishes, wishing thankfully;
Be you still fair, honour’d by public heed;
By no encroachment wrong’d, nor time forgot;
Nor blamed for blood, nor shamed for sinful deed;
And that you know I envy you no lot
Of highest wish, I wish you so much bliss,
Hundreds of years you Stella’s feet may kiss!
Sir Philip Sidney. 1554-86
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Chicago: Unknown, "92. The Highway," Bulchevy’s Book of English Verse, ed. Sutherland, Alexander, 1853-1902 and trans. Seaton, R. C. in Bulchevy’s Book of English Verse (New York: George E. Wood, ""Death-bed"" edition, 1892), Original Sources, accessed June 6, 2023, http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=84N1GNNXK1R48BM.
MLA: Unknown. "92. The Highway." Bulchevy’s Book of English Verse, edited by Sutherland, Alexander, 1853-1902, and translated by Seaton, R. C., in Bulchevy’s Book of English Verse, New York, George E. Wood, ""Death-bed"" edition, 1892, Original Sources. 6 Jun. 2023. http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=84N1GNNXK1R48BM.
Harvard: Unknown, '92. The Highway' in Bulchevy’s Book of English Verse, ed. and trans. . cited in ""Death-bed"" edition, 1892, Bulchevy’s Book of English Verse, George E. Wood, New York. Original Sources, retrieved 6 June 2023, from http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=84N1GNNXK1R48BM.
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