The Oxford Book of Seventeenth Century VerseSir Herbert John Clifford Grierson, Geoffrey Bullough Clarendon Press, 1934 - 974 sider |
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... Nature's table , Wherein she writes the Cypher of her glorie . Forsake not Nature , nor misunderstand her : Her mysteries are read without Faith's eye - sight : She speaketh in our flesh ; and from our Senses Delivers downe her wisdomes ...
... Nature's table , Wherein she writes the Cypher of her glorie . Forsake not Nature , nor misunderstand her : Her mysteries are read without Faith's eye - sight : She speaketh in our flesh ; and from our Senses Delivers downe her wisdomes ...
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... Nature by these diverse Lawes ? Passion and Reason , selfe - division cause : Is it the marke or Majesty of Power To make offences that it may forgive ? Nature herselfe doth her owne selfe defloure , To hate those errours she her selfe ...
... Nature by these diverse Lawes ? Passion and Reason , selfe - division cause : Is it the marke or Majesty of Power To make offences that it may forgive ? Nature herselfe doth her owne selfe defloure , To hate those errours she her selfe ...
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... Natures family . Yet must I not give Nature all : Thy Art , My gentle Shakespeare , must enjoy a part . For though the Poets matter , Nature be , His Art doth give the fashion . And , that he , Who casts to write a living line , must ...
... Natures family . Yet must I not give Nature all : Thy Art , My gentle Shakespeare , must enjoy a part . For though the Poets matter , Nature be , His Art doth give the fashion . And , that he , Who casts to write a living line , must ...
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The Oxford Book of Seventeenth Century Verse Sir Herbert John Clifford Grierson,Geoffrey Bullough Ingen forhåndsvisning - 1934 |
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