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So , in His purple wrapped , receive me , Lord ; By these , His thorns , give me His other crown ; And as to others ' souls I preached Thy word , Be this my text , my sermon to mine own : Therefore that He may raise , the Lord throws ...
So , in His purple wrapped , receive me , Lord ; By these , His thorns , give me His other crown ; And as to others ' souls I preached Thy word , Be this my text , my sermon to mine own : Therefore that He may raise , the Lord throws ...
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... 214 If yet I have not all thy love , 37 In pious times , ere priestcraft did begin , 556 In the Holy Nativity of Our Lord God , 423 In the hour of my distress , 219 In this little urn is laid , 205 In this world , the isle of dreams ...
... 214 If yet I have not all thy love , 37 In pious times , ere priestcraft did begin , 556 In the Holy Nativity of Our Lord God , 423 In the hour of my distress , 219 In this little urn is laid , 205 In this world , the isle of dreams ...
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Lord , what is man ? why should he cost Thee , 421 Lord , when the sense of Thy sweet grace , 429 Lord , who createdst man in wealth and store , 280 Lord , with what care hast Thou begirt us round , 256 [ Love ] , 156 Love [ 2 ] ...
Lord , what is man ? why should he cost Thee , 421 Lord , when the sense of Thy sweet grace , 429 Lord , who createdst man in wealth and store , 280 Lord , with what care hast Thou begirt us round , 256 [ Love ] , 156 Love [ 2 ] ...
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THE SEVENTEENTH CENTURY IN ENGLAND | 1 |
JOHN DONNE | 21 |
BEN JONSON | 76 |
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