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The love of David and fair Bethsabe : with the tragedy of Absalon

dc.contributor Elliott, Ward Peele, George, 1556-1596
dc.coverage.placeName London ; New York 2018-07-27 2019-07-04T10:00:05Z 2019-07-04T10:00:05Z 1913 1993-10-13
dc.identifier ota:1952
dc.description.abstract First issue of this ed. 1910 The minor Elizabethan drama is a publication in two vols
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dc.language English
dc.language.iso eng
dc.publisher University of Oxford
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dc.subject.lcsh Plays -- England -- 16th century
dc.subject.lcsh Tragedies -- England -- 16th century
dc.subject.other Plays
dc.title The love of David and fair Bethsabe : with the tragedy of Absalon
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<DBET.TXT David and Bethsabe. George Peele. 1599. from Ashley Thorndike, ed, The Minor Elizabethan Drama, London: J.M.Dent, 1913. Scanned, proofed, edited 7/93 by Elizabeth English, 'd --> -ed.> <THE LOVE OF DAVID AND FAIR BETHSABE, WITH THE TRAGEDY OF ABSALON> <PROLOGUS> Of Israel's sweetest singer now I sing, His holy style and happy victories; Whose Muse was dipped in that inspiring dew Arch-angels stilled from the breath of Jove, Decking her temples with the glorious flowers Heavens rained on tops of Sion and Mount Sinai. Upon the bosom of his ivory lute The cherubins and angels laid their breasts; And, when his consecrated fingers struck The golden wires of his ravishing harp, He gave alarum to the host of heaven, That, winged with lightning, brake the clouds, and cast Their crystal armor at his conquering feet. Of this sweet poet, Jove's musician, And of his beauteous son, I press to sing. Then help, divine Adonai, to conduct Upon the wings of my w . . .
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