The Oxford Book of Seventeenth Century VerseSir Herbert John Clifford Grierson, Geoffrey Bullough Clarendon Press, 1934 - 974 sidor |
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... lost the prime estate , Hath re - obtain'd the same , Is now most perfect seene ; Streames which diverted were ( And troubled strayed uncleene ) From their first Source , by Thee home turned are . By Thee that blemish old , Of Edens ...
... lost the prime estate , Hath re - obtain'd the same , Is now most perfect seene ; Streames which diverted were ( And troubled strayed uncleene ) From their first Source , by Thee home turned are . By Thee that blemish old , Of Edens ...
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... lost , ere that chast flesh and blood Can shew where you or grew , or stood . You are a full - spread faire - set Vine , And can with Tendrills love intwine , Yet dry'd , ere you distill your Wine . You are like Balme inclosed ( well ) ...
... lost , ere that chast flesh and blood Can shew where you or grew , or stood . You are a full - spread faire - set Vine , And can with Tendrills love intwine , Yet dry'd , ere you distill your Wine . You are like Balme inclosed ( well ) ...
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... lost Much lustre of my native brightness , lost To be belov'd of God , I have not lost To love , at least contemplate and admire What I see excellent in good , or fair , Or vertuous , I should so have lost all sense . What can be then ...
... lost Much lustre of my native brightness , lost To be belov'd of God , I have not lost To love , at least contemplate and admire What I see excellent in good , or fair , Or vertuous , I should so have lost all sense . What can be then ...
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The Oxford Book of Seventeenth Century Verse Sir Herbert John Clifford Grierson,Geoffrey Bullough Fragmentarisk förhandsgranskning - 1938 |
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