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CHRIST IN THE GARDEN Look , how he glows for heat ! What flames come from his eyes ! " Tis blood that he does sweat , Blood his bright forehead dyes : See , see ! It trickles down : Look , how it showers amain !
CHRIST IN THE GARDEN Look , how he glows for heat ! What flames come from his eyes ! " Tis blood that he does sweat , Blood his bright forehead dyes : See , see ! It trickles down : Look , how it showers amain !
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Look at yon flower yonder , how it grows Sensibly ! how it opes its leaves and blows , Puts its best Easter clothes on , neat and gay : Amanda's presence makes it holiday ! Look how on tiptoe that fair lily stands To look on thee ...
Look at yon flower yonder , how it grows Sensibly ! how it opes its leaves and blows , Puts its best Easter clothes on , neat and gay : Amanda's presence makes it holiday ! Look how on tiptoe that fair lily stands To look on thee ...
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Nay , look , my Fairest ! look how fast they grow Into a scaffold - method spring ! as though , Riding to Parliament , were to be seen In pomp and state some royal amorous Queen . The gravelled walks , though even as a die , Lest some ...
Nay , look , my Fairest ! look how fast they grow Into a scaffold - method spring ! as though , Riding to Parliament , were to be seen In pomp and state some royal amorous Queen . The gravelled walks , though even as a die , Lest some ...
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TABLE OF CONTENTS xi | 473 |
A SHORTTITLE LIST OF POETICAL COLLECTIONS | 493 |
INDEX OF AUTHORS | 499 |
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