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Page 273
The Flower How fresh , O Lord , how sweet and clean Are Thy returns ! Even as the flowers in spring , To which , besides their own demean , The late - past frosts tributes of pleasure bring . Grief melts away Like snow in May , As if ...
The Flower How fresh , O Lord , how sweet and clean Are Thy returns ! Even as the flowers in spring , To which , besides their own demean , The late - past frosts tributes of pleasure bring . Grief melts away Like snow in May , As if ...
Page 512
The Picture of Little T. C. in a Prospect of Flowers See with what simplicity This nymph begins her golden days ! In the green grass she loves to lie , And there with her fair aspect tames The wilder flowers , and gives them names ...
The Picture of Little T. C. in a Prospect of Flowers See with what simplicity This nymph begins her golden days ! In the green grass she loves to lie , And there with her fair aspect tames The wilder flowers , and gives them names ...
Page 533
To His divine appointments ever cleave , And no new business breaks their peace ; The birds nor sow nor reap , yet sup and dine ; The flowers without clothes live , Yet Solomon was never dressed so fine.3 Man hath still either toys or ...
To His divine appointments ever cleave , And no new business breaks their peace ; The birds nor sow nor reap , yet sup and dine ; The flowers without clothes live , Yet Solomon was never dressed so fine.3 Man hath still either toys or ...
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Contents
THE SEVENTEENTH CENTURY IN ENGLAND | 1 |
JOHN DONNE | 21 |
BEN JONSON | 76 |
Copyright | |
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