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Tell me ye trees , so fresh appareled , So never let the spiteful canker waste you , So never let the heavens with lightning blast you , Why go you now so trimly dressed , or whither haste you ? 5 Answer me , Jordan , why thy crooked ...
Tell me ye trees , so fresh appareled , So never let the spiteful canker waste you , So never let the heavens with lightning blast you , Why go you now so trimly dressed , or whither haste you ? 5 Answer me , Jordan , why thy crooked ...
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Tell her , too , she must not be Longer flowing , longer free , That so oft has fettered me . Say , if she's fretful , I have bands Of pearl and gold , to bind her hands ; Tell her , if she struggle still , I have myrtle rods , at will ...
Tell her , too , she must not be Longer flowing , longer free , That so oft has fettered me . Say , if she's fretful , I have bands Of pearl and gold , to bind her hands ; Tell her , if she struggle still , I have myrtle rods , at will ...
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His Grange , or Private Wealth Though clock , To tell how night draws hence , I've none , A cock I have , to sing how day draws on . I have A maid , my Prue , by good luck sent . To save That little Fates me gave or lent .
His Grange , or Private Wealth Though clock , To tell how night draws hence , I've none , A cock I have , to sing how day draws on . I have A maid , my Prue , by good luck sent . To save That little Fates me gave or lent .
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Contents
THE SEVENTEENTH CENTURY IN ENGLAND | 1 |
JOHN DONNE | 21 |
BEN JONSON | 76 |
Copyright | |
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appear arms beauty body bright bring cause century court crown dead death divine Donne doth earth English eternal eyes face fair fall father fear fire flame flowers force friends gave give grace grow hand happy hast hath head heart heaven hope hour keep king land learned leave less light live London look Lord lost Milton mind move nature never night once peace play pleasure poems poetry poets praise rest rise round seems shine sight sing sleep Song soul spirit spring stand stars stay sweet tears tell thee thine things thou thought trees true turn unto verse winds wings write youth
Bibliographic information
| Title | English Poetry of the Seventeenth Century |
| Editor | Roberta Florence Brinkley |
| Edition | revised |
| Publisher | Norton, 1942 |
| Original from | the University of Michigan |
| Digitized | 5 Feb 2007 |
| Length | 672 pages |
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