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Change God for Satan , heaven's for hell's sovereign : O let him serve in hell , who scorns in heaven to reign ! 19 Ah , wretch ! who with ambitious cares oppressed , Longest still for future , feelest no present good ; Despising to be ...
Change God for Satan , heaven's for hell's sovereign : O let him serve in hell , who scorns in heaven to reign ! 19 Ah , wretch ! who with ambitious cares oppressed , Longest still for future , feelest no present good ; Despising to be ...
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To heaven's high city I direct my journey , Whose spangled suburbs entertain mine eye ; Mine eye , by contemplation's great attorney , Transcends the crystal pavement of the sky . But what is heaven , great God , compared to Thee ?
To heaven's high city I direct my journey , Whose spangled suburbs entertain mine eye ; Mine eye , by contemplation's great attorney , Transcends the crystal pavement of the sky . But what is heaven , great God , compared to Thee ?
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The other days and thou Make up one man , whose face thou art , Knocking at heaven with thy brow . The worky - days are the back - part ; The burden of the week lies there , Making the whole to stoop and bow Till thy release appear .
The other days and thou Make up one man , whose face thou art , Knocking at heaven with thy brow . The worky - days are the back - part ; The burden of the week lies there , Making the whole to stoop and bow Till thy release appear .
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Contents
THE SEVENTEENTH CENTURY IN ENGLAND | 1 |
JOHN DONNE | 21 |
BEN JONSON | 76 |
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