[Footnote 30: P. 170. _Than e’en thy glowing bosom beats withal._
Shadowing more beauty in their airy brows
Than have the white breasts of the Queen of Love.—_Marlowe._]
[Footnote 31: P. 171. _Failed, as my pennoned spirit leapt aloft._
[Footnote 30: P. 170. _Than e’en thy glowing bosom beats withal._
Shadowing more beauty in their airy brows
Than have the white breasts of the Queen of Love.—_Marlowe._]
[Footnote 31: P. 171. _Failed, as my pennoned spirit leapt aloft._