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Page 103
... Nature pour her bounties forth With such a full and unwithdrawing hand , Covering the earth with odors , fruits , and flocks , Thronging the seas with spawn innumerable , But all to please and sate the curious taste ? And set to work ...
... Nature pour her bounties forth With such a full and unwithdrawing hand , Covering the earth with odors , fruits , and flocks , Thronging the seas with spawn innumerable , But all to please and sate the curious taste ? And set to work ...
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... Nature , hold Eternal anarchy , amidst the noise Of endless wars , and by confusion stand . For Hot , Cold , Moist ... Nature and perhaps her grave , Of neither sea , nor shore , nor air , nor fire , But all these in their pregnant ...
... Nature , hold Eternal anarchy , amidst the noise Of endless wars , and by confusion stand . For Hot , Cold , Moist ... Nature and perhaps her grave , Of neither sea , nor shore , nor air , nor fire , But all these in their pregnant ...
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... nature need not , Or God support nature without repast Though needing , what praise is it to endure ? But now I feel hunger , which declares Nature hath need of what she asks ; yet God Can satisfy that need some other way , Though ...
... nature need not , Or God support nature without repast Though needing , what praise is it to endure ? But now I feel hunger , which declares Nature hath need of what she asks ; yet God Can satisfy that need some other way , Though ...
Contents
Preface | v |
A Paraphrase on Psalm 114 | 1 |
On the Death of a Fair Infant Anno Ætatis | 7 |
Copyright | |
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