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Doth she , and did she , and shall she evermore On one , on seven , or on no hill appear ? Dwells she with us , or like adventuring knights First travel we to seek , and then make love ? Betray , kind husband , Thy spouse to our sights ...
Doth she , and did she , and shall she evermore On one , on seven , or on no hill appear ? Dwells she with us , or like adventuring knights First travel we to seek , and then make love ? Betray , kind husband , Thy spouse to our sights ...
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Now all things smile ; only my love doth lower ; Nor hath the scalding noonday sun the power To melt that marble ice , which still doth hold Her heart congealed , and makes her pity cold . The ox , which lately did for shelter fly Into ...
Now all things smile ; only my love doth lower ; Nor hath the scalding noonday sun the power To melt that marble ice , which still doth hold Her heart congealed , and makes her pity cold . The ox , which lately did for shelter fly Into ...
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Eternity doth give the richest things . To every man , and makes all kings . The best and richest things it doth convey To all , and every one ; It raised me unto a throne ! Which I enjoy In such a way , That truth her daughter is my ...
Eternity doth give the richest things . To every man , and makes all kings . The best and richest things it doth convey To all , and every one ; It raised me unto a throne ! Which I enjoy In such a way , That truth her daughter is my ...
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Contents
THE SEVENTEENTH CENTURY IN ENGLAND | 1 |
JOHN DONNE | 21 |
BEN JONSON | 76 |
Copyright | |
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