The Oxford Book of Seventeenth Century VerseSir Herbert John Clifford Grierson, Geoffrey Bullough Clarendon Press, 1934 - 974 sidor |
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... Sweet Spirit comfort me ! When the tapers now burne blew , And the comforters are few , And that number more than true ; Sweet Spirit comfort me ! When the Priest his last hath pray'd , And I nod to what is said , ' Cause my speech is ...
... Sweet Spirit comfort me ! When the tapers now burne blew , And the comforters are few , And that number more than true ; Sweet Spirit comfort me ! When the Priest his last hath pray'd , And I nod to what is said , ' Cause my speech is ...
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... sweet , And ev'n in my unworthinesse pleasing , Shall call and meet My servant , as thee not displeasing , That call is but the breathing of the sweet . This breathing would with gains by sweetning me ( As sweet things traffick when ...
... sweet , And ev'n in my unworthinesse pleasing , Shall call and meet My servant , as thee not displeasing , That call is but the breathing of the sweet . This breathing would with gains by sweetning me ( As sweet things traffick when ...
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... sweet Father of soft Rest . 249 Slow , slow , fresh fount , keepe time with my salt teares 166 So does the Sun ... Sweet , be not proud of those two eyes 303 Sweet Bird , that sing'st away the early Howres 270 Sweet day , so cool , so ...
... sweet Father of soft Rest . 249 Slow , slow , fresh fount , keepe time with my salt teares 166 So does the Sun ... Sweet , be not proud of those two eyes 303 Sweet Bird , that sing'st away the early Howres 270 Sweet day , so cool , so ...
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