Poetry of the English Renaissance, 1509-1660 |
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30 Till that which vulgar sense Doth falsely call experience Distinguished things , The ribands , and the gaudy wings Of birds , the virtues and the sins , That represented were in dreams by night , As really my senses did delight Or ...
30 Till that which vulgar sense Doth falsely call experience Distinguished things , The ribands , and the gaudy wings Of birds , the virtues and the sins , That represented were in dreams by night , As really my senses did delight Or ...
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Sure men are blind , And can't the forcible reality Of things that secret are within them see . Thought ! Surely thoughts are true ; They please as much as things can do ; Nay , things are dead , And in themselves are severėd From souls ...
Sure men are blind , And can't the forcible reality Of things that secret are within them see . Thought ! Surely thoughts are true ; They please as much as things can do ; Nay , things are dead , And in themselves are severėd From souls ...
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10 Did I flourish or diminish , When I so in thoughts did finish What I had in things begun ; When from God's works to think upon The thoughts of men my soul did come ? The thoughts of men , had they been wise , Should more delight me ...
10 Did I flourish or diminish , When I so in thoughts did finish What I had in things begun ; When from God's works to think upon The thoughts of men my soul did come ? The thoughts of men , had they been wise , Should more delight me ...
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JOHN SKELTON | 3 |
SIR THOMAS MORE | 9 |
HENRY HOWARD EARL OF SURREY | 27 |
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