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... Here I unswear , and overswear them thus : Thou shalt not love by ways so dangerous . Temper , O fair love , love's impetuous rage , Be my true mistress still , not my feigned page ; I'll go , and by thy kind leave , leave behind ...
... Here I unswear , and overswear them thus : Thou shalt not love by ways so dangerous . Temper , O fair love , love's impetuous rage , Be my true mistress still , not my feigned page ; I'll go , and by thy kind leave , leave behind ...
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Rather still leave us in thy debt ; and know , Exalted soul , more glory ' tis to owe Unto thy hearse what we can never pay Than with embased coin those rites defray . Commit we then thee to thyself . Nor blame Our drooping loves ...
Rather still leave us in thy debt ; and know , Exalted soul , more glory ' tis to owe Unto thy hearse what we can never pay Than with embased coin those rites defray . Commit we then thee to thyself . Nor blame Our drooping loves ...
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But here I feel amendsThe breath of heaven fresh blowing , pure and sweet , With day - spring born ; here leave me to respire . This day a solemn feast the people hold To Dagon , their sea - idol , and forbid Laborious works .
But here I feel amendsThe breath of heaven fresh blowing , pure and sweet , With day - spring born ; here leave me to respire . This day a solemn feast the people hold To Dagon , their sea - idol , and forbid Laborious works .
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Contents
THE SEVENTEENTH CENTURY IN ENGLAND | 1 |
JOHN DONNE | 21 |
BEN JONSON | 76 |
Copyright | |
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