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... hear my earnest prai'r . Great ones how long will ye My glory have in scorn How long be thus forborn Still to love vanity , To love , to seek , to prize Things false and vain and nothing else but lies ? Yet know the Lord hath chose ...
... hear my earnest prai'r . Great ones how long will ye My glory have in scorn How long be thus forborn Still to love vanity , To love , to seek , to prize Things false and vain and nothing else but lies ? Yet know the Lord hath chose ...
Page 339
... hear mee relate My Storie , which perhaps thou hast not heard ; And Day is yet not spent ; till then thou seest How suttly to detaine thee I devise , Inviting thee to hear while I relate , Fond , were it not in hope of thy reply : For ...
... hear mee relate My Storie , which perhaps thou hast not heard ; And Day is yet not spent ; till then thou seest How suttly to detaine thee I devise , Inviting thee to hear while I relate , Fond , were it not in hope of thy reply : For ...
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... hear What from without comes often to my ears , Ill sorting with my present state compar'd . When I was yet a child , no childish play To me was pleasing , all my mind was set Serious to learn and know , and thence to do What might be ...
... hear What from without comes often to my ears , Ill sorting with my present state compar'd . When I was yet a child , no childish play To me was pleasing , all my mind was set Serious to learn and know , and thence to do What might be ...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEMS | 1 |
THE FIFTH ODE OF HORACE LIB I | 82 |
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