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... And bindest her white curled locks in cauls of sand , Who gatherest in Thy fist and layest in bed The sturdy winds , who groundest the floating land On fleeting seas , and over all hast spread Heaven's brooding wings to foster all ...
... And bindest her white curled locks in cauls of sand , Who gatherest in Thy fist and layest in bed The sturdy winds , who groundest the floating land On fleeting seas , and over all hast spread Heaven's brooding wings to foster all ...
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There while I sing , if gentle love be by , That tunes my lute and winds the strings so high , With the sweet sound of Sacharissa's name I'll make the listening savages grow tame.— But while I do these pleasing dreams indite , I am ...
There while I sing , if gentle love be by , That tunes my lute and winds the strings so high , With the sweet sound of Sacharissa's name I'll make the listening savages grow tame.— But while I do these pleasing dreams indite , I am ...
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He asked the waves , and asked the felon winds , What hard mishap hath doomed this gentle swain ? And questioned every gust of rugged wings That blows from off each beaked promontory . They knew not of his story ; And sage Hippotades 10 ...
He asked the waves , and asked the felon winds , What hard mishap hath doomed this gentle swain ? And questioned every gust of rugged wings That blows from off each beaked promontory . They knew not of his story ; And sage Hippotades 10 ...
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Contents
THE SEVENTEENTH CENTURY IN ENGLAND | 1 |
JOHN DONNE | 21 |
BEN JONSON | 76 |
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