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A Good - Night CLOSE now thine eyes , and rest secure ; Thy soul is safe enough ; thy body sure ; He that loves thee , he that keeps And guards thee , never slumbers , never sleeps . The smiling conscience in a sleeping breast Has only ...
A Good - Night CLOSE now thine eyes , and rest secure ; Thy soul is safe enough ; thy body sure ; He that loves thee , he that keeps And guards thee , never slumbers , never sleeps . The smiling conscience in a sleeping breast Has only ...
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A fairer hand than thine shall cure That heart , which thy false oaths did wound ; And to my soul , a soul more pure Than thine , shall by Love's hand be bound , And both with equal glory crowned .
A fairer hand than thine shall cure That heart , which thy false oaths did wound ; And to my soul , a soul more pure Than thine , shall by Love's hand be bound , And both with equal glory crowned .
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Gather ye rose - buds while ye may Get thee a ship well rigged and tight Give me a kiss from those sweet lips of thine Give me more love , or more disdain Go , glorious sun • " • · 149 Anon . 1631 74 Herrick 170 Westmoreland 223 Anon .
Gather ye rose - buds while ye may Get thee a ship well rigged and tight Give me a kiss from those sweet lips of thine Give me more love , or more disdain Go , glorious sun • " • · 149 Anon . 1631 74 Herrick 170 Westmoreland 223 Anon .
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TABLE OF CONTENTS xi | 473 |
A SHORTTITLE LIST OF POETICAL COLLECTIONS | 493 |
INDEX OF AUTHORS | 499 |
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