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Page 103
... delight of solitariness ! O , how much I do like your solitariness ! Where man's mind hath a freed consideration , Of goodness to receive lovely direction ; Where senses do behold th ' order of heavenly host , And wise thoughts do ...
... delight of solitariness ! O , how much I do like your solitariness ! Where man's mind hath a freed consideration , Of goodness to receive lovely direction ; Where senses do behold th ' order of heavenly host , And wise thoughts do ...
Page 198
... delights be in the street And open fields and we not see't ? Come , we'll abroad ; and let's obey The proclamation made ... delight Lies drowned with us in endless night . Then while time serves , and we are but decaying 198 ROBERT HERRICK.
... delights be in the street And open fields and we not see't ? Come , we'll abroad ; and let's obey The proclamation made ... delight Lies drowned with us in endless night . Then while time serves , and we are but decaying 198 ROBERT HERRICK.
Page 329
... Delight She was a phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight ; A lovely apparition , sent To be a moment's ornament ; Her eyes as stars of twilight fair ; Like twilight's WILLIAM WORDSWORTH 329.
... Delight She was a phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight ; A lovely apparition , sent To be a moment's ornament ; Her eyes as stars of twilight fair ; Like twilight's WILLIAM WORDSWORTH 329.
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