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Only Thou art above , and when towards Thee By Thy leave I can look , I rise again ; But our old subtle foe so tempteth me That not one hour myself I can sustain . Thy grace may wing me to prevent his art , And Thou like adamant1 draw ...
Only Thou art above , and when towards Thee By Thy leave I can look , I rise again ; But our old subtle foe so tempteth me That not one hour myself I can sustain . Thy grace may wing me to prevent his art , And Thou like adamant1 draw ...
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Be not unlike all others , not austere As thou art strong , inflexible as steel . If thou in strength all mortals dost exceed , In uncompassionate anger do not so . Sams . How cunningly the sorceress displays Her own transgressions ...
Be not unlike all others , not austere As thou art strong , inflexible as steel . If thou in strength all mortals dost exceed , In uncompassionate anger do not so . Sams . How cunningly the sorceress displays Her own transgressions ...
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Thou know'st me now , If thou at all art known . Much I have heard Of thy prodigious might and feats performed , Incredible to me , in this displeased , That I was never present on the place Of those encounters , where we might have ...
Thou know'st me now , If thou at all art known . Much I have heard Of thy prodigious might and feats performed , Incredible to me , in this displeased , That I was never present on the place Of those encounters , where we might have ...
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Contents
THE SEVENTEENTH CENTURY IN ENGLAND | 1 |
JOHN DONNE | 21 |
BEN JONSON | 76 |
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