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When Thou hast done , Thou hast not done , For I have more . II Wilt Thou forgive that sin which I have won Others to sin ? and made my sin their door ? Wilt Thou forgive that sin which I did shun A year or two , but wallowed in a score ...
When Thou hast done , Thou hast not done , For I have more . II Wilt Thou forgive that sin which I have won Others to sin ? and made my sin their door ? Wilt Thou forgive that sin which I did shun A year or two , but wallowed in a score ...
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Of polished pillars , or a roof of gold ; Thou hast no lantern , whereof tales are told , Or stair , or courts ; but stand'st an ancient pile , And , these grudged at , art reverenced the while . Thou joy'st in better marks , of soil ...
Of polished pillars , or a roof of gold ; Thou hast no lantern , whereof tales are told , Or stair , or courts ; but stand'st an ancient pile , And , these grudged at , art reverenced the while . Thou joy'st in better marks , of soil ...
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A Song to a Lute 1 Hast thou seen the down in the air , When wanton blasts have tossed it ? Or the ship on the sea , When ruder waves have crossed it ? Hast thou marked the crocodile's weeping Or the fox's sleeping ? Or hast viewed the ...
A Song to a Lute 1 Hast thou seen the down in the air , When wanton blasts have tossed it ? Or the ship on the sea , When ruder waves have crossed it ? Hast thou marked the crocodile's weeping Or the fox's sleeping ? Or hast viewed the ...
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Contents
THE SEVENTEENTH CENTURY IN ENGLAND | 1 |
JOHN DONNE | 21 |
BEN JONSON | 76 |
Copyright | |
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