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Meet for nothing but to kill , Sweet Spirit , comfort me ! When the passing - bell doth toll , And the furies in a shoal Come to fright a parting soul , Sweet Spirit , comfort me ! When the tapers now burn blue , And the comforters are ...
Meet for nothing but to kill , Sweet Spirit , comfort me ! When the passing - bell doth toll , And the furies in a shoal Come to fright a parting soul , Sweet Spirit , comfort me ! When the tapers now burn blue , And the comforters are ...
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1 [ Sweet Phosphor , Bring the Day ] 1 Will it ne'er be morning ? Will that promised light Ne'er break , and clear those clouds of night ? Sweet Phosphor , bring the day , Whose conquering ray May chase these fogs : sweet Phosphor ...
1 [ Sweet Phosphor , Bring the Day ] 1 Will it ne'er be morning ? Will that promised light Ne'er break , and clear those clouds of night ? Sweet Phosphor , bring the day , Whose conquering ray May chase these fogs : sweet Phosphor ...
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I humbly crave , 258 [ Sweet Phosphor , Bring the Day ] , 236 Sweet , serene , sky - like flower , 470 Sweet were the days when Thou didst lodge with Lot , 268 Sweetest love , I do not go , 44 Sweetest of sweets , I thank you !
I humbly crave , 258 [ Sweet Phosphor , Bring the Day ] , 236 Sweet , serene , sky - like flower , 470 Sweet were the days when Thou didst lodge with Lot , 268 Sweetest love , I do not go , 44 Sweetest of sweets , I thank you !
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Contents
THE SEVENTEENTH CENTURY IN ENGLAND | 1 |
JOHN DONNE | 21 |
BEN JONSON | 76 |
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