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... and bade them still smell so , And that rich Indy , which doth gold inter , Is but as single money , coined from her ; She to whom this world must itself refer , As suburbs , or the microcosm of her , She , she is dead ; she's dead ...
... and bade them still smell so , And that rich Indy , which doth gold inter , Is but as single money , coined from her ; She to whom this world must itself refer , As suburbs , or the microcosm of her , She , she is dead ; she's dead ...
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Perchance the world might have recovered If she whom we lament had not been dead ; But she in whom all white , and red , and blue ( Beauty's ingredients ) voluntary grew , As in an unvexed paradise ; from whom Did all things verdure ...
Perchance the world might have recovered If she whom we lament had not been dead ; But she in whom all white , and red , and blue ( Beauty's ingredients ) voluntary grew , As in an unvexed paradise ; from whom Did all things verdure ...
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... She , she is dead ; she's dead : when thou know'st this , Thou know'st how dry a cinder this world is ; And learn'st thus much by our anatomy , That ' tis in vain to dew , or mollify It with thy tears , or sweat , or blood : nothing ...
... She , she is dead ; she's dead : when thou know'st this , Thou know'st how dry a cinder this world is ; And learn'st thus much by our anatomy , That ' tis in vain to dew , or mollify It with thy tears , or sweat , or blood : nothing ...
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Contents
THE SEVENTEENTH CENTURY IN ENGLAND | 1 |
JOHN DONNE | 21 |
BEN JONSON | 76 |
Copyright | |
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Bibliographic information
| Title | English Poetry of the Seventeenth Century |
| Editor | Roberta Florence Brinkley |
| Edition | revised |
| Publisher | Norton, 1942 |
| Original from | the University of Michigan |
| Digitized | 5 Feb 2007 |
| Length | 672 pages |
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