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... That sweet ambassador that hurries hence What airs the harmonious soul or signs or sings , See how she flutters her idle wings ; Her wings are clipt , and eyes put out by sense : Sense - conquering Faith is now grown blind and cold ...
... That sweet ambassador that hurries hence What airs the harmonious soul or signs or sings , See how she flutters her idle wings ; Her wings are clipt , and eyes put out by sense : Sense - conquering Faith is now grown blind and cold ...
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Whene'er the Old Exchange of profit rings Her silver saints - bell of uncertain gains , My merchant - soul can stretch both legs and wings : How I can run , and take unwearied pains ! The charms of profit are so strong , that I ...
Whene'er the Old Exchange of profit rings Her silver saints - bell of uncertain gains , My merchant - soul can stretch both legs and wings : How I can run , and take unwearied pains ! The charms of profit are so strong , that I ...
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Easter Wings Lord , who createdst man in wealth and store , Though foolishly he lost the same , Decaying more and more Till he became Most poor ; With Thee O let me rise larks , larks , As harmoniously , And sing this day Thy victories ...
Easter Wings Lord , who createdst man in wealth and store , Though foolishly he lost the same , Decaying more and more Till he became Most poor ; With Thee O let me rise larks , larks , As harmoniously , And sing this day Thy victories ...
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Contents
THE SEVENTEENTH CENTURY IN ENGLAND | 1 |
JOHN DONNE | 21 |
BEN JONSON | 76 |
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