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“Where gripinge grefes the hart wounde, And dolefulle dumps the mynde oppresse, There music with her silver sound With spede is wont to send redresse.”
Provenance
- Source:
- A Song to the Lute in Musicke.
- Type:
- song
- Confidence:
- 0.85
- Indexed:
- 2026-07-04
- Hash:
- 9c6a603cf3165b23d2b70f994341fbc661c269d1e702b20bdf0f7fa28ac19b0b
public domain
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 9th ed. (Little, Brown, 1905), public domain
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