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... my long - strayed eyes to me , Which , oh , too long have dwelt on thee ; Yet since there they have learned such ill , Such forced fashions , And false passions , That they be Made by thee Fit for no good sight , keep them still .
... my long - strayed eyes to me , Which , oh , too long have dwelt on thee ; Yet since there they have learned such ill , Such forced fashions , And false passions , That they be Made by thee Fit for no good sight , keep them still .
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A hen I keep , which , creaking day by day , Tells when She goes her long white egg to lay . A goose I have , which , with a jealous ear , Lets loose Her tongue to tell what danger's near . A lamb I keep , tame , with my morsels fed ...
A hen I keep , which , creaking day by day , Tells when She goes her long white egg to lay . A goose I have , which , with a jealous ear , Lets loose Her tongue to tell what danger's near . A lamb I keep , tame , with my morsels fed ...
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Thy wounds shall blush to such bright scars As keep account of the Lamb's wars . Those rare works where thou shalt leave writ Love's noble history , with wit Taught thee by none but Him , while here They feed our souls , shall clothe ...
Thy wounds shall blush to such bright scars As keep account of the Lamb's wars . Those rare works where thou shalt leave writ Love's noble history , with wit Taught thee by none but Him , while here They feed our souls , shall clothe ...
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Contents
THE SEVENTEENTH CENTURY IN ENGLAND | 1 |
JOHN DONNE | 21 |
BEN JONSON | 76 |
Copyright | |
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