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To Chloe , B. I. Who wished herself young enough for me CHLOE , why wish you that your years Would backwards run , till they meet mine , That perfect likeness , which endears Things unto things , might us combine ?
To Chloe , B. I. Who wished herself young enough for me CHLOE , why wish you that your years Would backwards run , till they meet mine , That perfect likeness , which endears Things unto things , might us combine ?
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Sleep , that is thy best repast , Yet of death it bears a taste , And both are the same thing at last . ... A Ballad upon a Wedding I TELL thee , Dick , where I have been , Where I the rarest things have seen , Oh , things without ...
Sleep , that is thy best repast , Yet of death it bears a taste , And both are the same thing at last . ... A Ballad upon a Wedding I TELL thee , Dick , where I have been , Where I the rarest things have seen , Oh , things without ...
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Yet I have one pearl , by whose light All things I see ; And in the heart of earth and night Find heaven , and thee . Silex Scintillans , 1650 . Vaughan . I walked the other day , to spend my I WALKED the other day , to spend my hour ...
Yet I have one pearl , by whose light All things I see ; And in the heart of earth and night Find heaven , and thee . Silex Scintillans , 1650 . Vaughan . I walked the other day , to spend my I WALKED the other day , to spend my hour ...
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TABLE OF CONTENTS xi | 473 |
A SHORTTITLE LIST OF POETICAL COLLECTIONS | 493 |
INDEX OF AUTHORS | 499 |
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