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Verse hath a middle nature ; heaven keeps souls , The grave keeps bodies , verse the fame enrolls . Satire III : On Religion Kind pity chokes my spleen ; brave scorn forbids Those tears to issue which swell my eyelids ; I must not laugh ...
Verse hath a middle nature ; heaven keeps souls , The grave keeps bodies , verse the fame enrolls . Satire III : On Religion Kind pity chokes my spleen ; brave scorn forbids Those tears to issue which swell my eyelids ; I must not laugh ...
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living stone , " as he wished ; in an artistry so perfect that it seems artless and in the exquisite simplicity of his verse he has attained enduring fame . His Prayer to Ben Jonson When I a verse shall make , Know I have prayed thee ...
living stone , " as he wished ; in an artistry so perfect that it seems artless and in the exquisite simplicity of his verse he has attained enduring fame . His Prayer to Ben Jonson When I a verse shall make , Know I have prayed thee ...
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Crashaw's single volume of poetry contains both his slender output of secular verse , The Delights of the Muses , and his religious verse , the Epigrammata Sacra and The Steps to the Temple . The former seems to have been produced ...
Crashaw's single volume of poetry contains both his slender output of secular verse , The Delights of the Muses , and his religious verse , the Epigrammata Sacra and The Steps to the Temple . The former seems to have been produced ...
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Contents
THE SEVENTEENTH CENTURY IN ENGLAND | 1 |
JOHN DONNE | 21 |
BEN JONSON | 76 |
Copyright | |
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