The Oxford Book of Seventeenth Century VerseSir Herbert John Clifford Grierson, Geoffrey Bullough Clarendon Press, 1934 - 974 sider |
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... body darkenesse , to the soule a tombe . Thus are true Learnings in the humble heart A Spirituall worke , raising Gods Image , rased By our transgression ; a well - framed art , At which the world , and error stand amazed ; A Light ...
... body darkenesse , to the soule a tombe . Thus are true Learnings in the humble heart A Spirituall worke , raising Gods Image , rased By our transgression ; a well - framed art , At which the world , and error stand amazed ; A Light ...
Side 108
... bodies turne wee then , that so Weake men on love reveal'd may looke ; Loves mysteries in soules doe grow , But yet the body is his booke . And if some lover , such as wee , Have heard this dialogue of one , Let him still marke us , he ...
... bodies turne wee then , that so Weake men on love reveal'd may looke ; Loves mysteries in soules doe grow , But yet the body is his booke . And if some lover , such as wee , Have heard this dialogue of one , Let him still marke us , he ...
Side 740
... Body O Soul . WHO shall , from this Dungeon , raise A Soul inslav'd so many wayes ? With bolts of Bones , that fetter'd stands In Feet ; and manacled in Hands . Here blinded with an Eye ; and there Deaf with the drumming of an Ear . A ...
... Body O Soul . WHO shall , from this Dungeon , raise A Soul inslav'd so many wayes ? With bolts of Bones , that fetter'd stands In Feet ; and manacled in Hands . Here blinded with an Eye ; and there Deaf with the drumming of an Ear . A ...
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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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agen Angels Ayres beauty blest blood breast breath brest bright crowne dayes dead dear death delight didst Divine dost doth drest e'er Earth Ev'n ev'ry eyes face fair Fame fantastick Fate fear fire flame flowers flowre Francis Beaumont Friend give glory grace grief grones hand happy hath head heart Heaven Hesperides Il Pastor Fido King kisse lero light live look Lord lov'd Lovers Lycidas mind mortal Muse Musick ne'er never night numbers Nymph o'er pain peace pleasure Poems Poets Polyolbion Pow'r praise Priam Quire Rose sacred selfe shade shalt shee shew shine sigh sight sing sinne skie sleep Song Sonnet Soul Spirit Spring Starres Sunne sweet tears thee thine things thir thou art thought truth twas twill unto Verse vertue weep Whilst wind wings