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Page 195
To Anthea Who May Command Him Anything Bid me to live , and I will live Thy protestant to be ; Or bid me love , and I will give A loving heart to thee . A heart as soft , a heart as kind , A heart as sound and free As in the whole world ...
To Anthea Who May Command Him Anything Bid me to live , and I will live Thy protestant to be ; Or bid me love , and I will give A loving heart to thee . A heart as soft , a heart as kind , A heart as sound and free As in the whole world ...
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Like a lightning from her eye , And burn thee up , as well as I. To Phyllis , to Love and Live with Him Live , live with me , and thou shalt see The pleasures I'll prepare for thee : What sweets the country can afford Shall bless thy ...
Like a lightning from her eye , And burn thee up , as well as I. To Phyllis , to Love and Live with Him Live , live with me , and thou shalt see The pleasures I'll prepare for thee : What sweets the country can afford Shall bless thy ...
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SECOND PART Though still I die , I live again , Still longing so to be still slain ; So gainful is such loss of breath , I die even in desire of death . Still live in me this loving strife Of living death and dying life ; For while Thou ...
SECOND PART Though still I die , I live again , Still longing so to be still slain ; So gainful is such loss of breath , I die even in desire of death . Still live in me this loving strife Of living death and dying life ; For while Thou ...
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Contents
THE SEVENTEENTH CENTURY IN ENGLAND | 1 |
JOHN DONNE | 21 |
BEN JONSON | 76 |
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