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Thou wilt not wake Till I thy fate shall overtake : Till age , or grief , or sickness must Marry my body to that dust It so much loves ; and fill the room My heart keeps empty in thy tomb . Stay for me there ; I will not fail To meet ...
Thou wilt not wake Till I thy fate shall overtake : Till age , or grief , or sickness must Marry my body to that dust It so much loves ; and fill the room My heart keeps empty in thy tomb . Stay for me there ; I will not fail To meet ...
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The wanton snow flew on her breast Like little birds unto their nest ; But overcome with whiteness there , For grief it thawed into a tear ; Thence falling on her garment's hem , To deck her , froze into a gem .
The wanton snow flew on her breast Like little birds unto their nest ; But overcome with whiteness there , For grief it thawed into a tear ; Thence falling on her garment's hem , To deck her , froze into a gem .
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The sight of grief— ' I sight to God his pain ; And by that sight I saw the light ; Thus did my grief Beget relief . And take this rule from me , Pity thou him he ' ll pity thee . Use this , Ne'er miss , Heaven may be stol'n again .
The sight of grief— ' I sight to God his pain ; And by that sight I saw the light ; Thus did my grief Beget relief . And take this rule from me , Pity thou him he ' ll pity thee . Use this , Ne'er miss , Heaven may be stol'n again .
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TABLE OF CONTENTS xi | 473 |
A SHORTTITLE LIST OF POETICAL COLLECTIONS | 493 |
INDEX OF AUTHORS | 499 |
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