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The stream is so transparent , pure , and clear , That had the self - enamored youth gazed here , So fatally deceived he had not been , While he the bottom , not his face had seen . But his proud head the airy mountain hides Among the ...
The stream is so transparent , pure , and clear , That had the self - enamored youth gazed here , So fatally deceived he had not been , While he the bottom , not his face had seen . But his proud head the airy mountain hides Among the ...
Page 493
Henceforth no learned youths beneath you sing Till all the tuneful birds to your boughs they bring ; so No tuneful birds play with their wonted cheer , And call the learned youths to hear ; No whistling winds through the glad branches ...
Henceforth no learned youths beneath you sing Till all the tuneful birds to your boughs they bring ; so No tuneful birds play with their wonted cheer , And call the learned youths to hear ; No whistling winds through the glad branches ...
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He scorned this busy world below , and all That we , mistaken mortals , pleasure call ; Was filled with innocent gallantry and truth , Triumphant o'er the sins of youth . He , like the stars , to which he now is gone , That shine with ...
He scorned this busy world below , and all That we , mistaken mortals , pleasure call ; Was filled with innocent gallantry and truth , Triumphant o'er the sins of youth . He , like the stars , to which he now is gone , That shine with ...
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Contents
THE SEVENTEENTH CENTURY IN ENGLAND | 1 |
JOHN DONNE | 21 |
BEN JONSON | 76 |
Copyright | |
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