The Oxford Book of Seventeenth Century VerseSir Herbert John Clifford Grierson, Geoffrey Bullough Clarendon Press, 1934 - 974 sider |
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Side 153
... morning Starre ! If works ( not th'authors ) their own grace should look , Whose poems would not wish to be your book ? But these , desir'd by you , the maker's ends Crowne with their own . Rare poems aske rare friends . Yet , Satyres ...
... morning Starre ! If works ( not th'authors ) their own grace should look , Whose poems would not wish to be your book ? But these , desir'd by you , the maker's ends Crowne with their own . Rare poems aske rare friends . Yet , Satyres ...
Side 183
... morning to the day , Or like the Sunne , or like the shade , Or like the Gourd which Jonas had : Even such is Man ; whose thred is spun , Drawne out , and cut , and so is done . The Rose withers , the Blossom blasteth , The Flower fades ...
... morning to the day , Or like the Sunne , or like the shade , Or like the Gourd which Jonas had : Even such is Man ; whose thred is spun , Drawne out , and cut , and so is done . The Rose withers , the Blossom blasteth , The Flower fades ...
Side 339
... morning hasteth : The Sunne sets , the shadow flies , The Gourd consumes , and man he dies . Like to the blaze of fond delight ; Or like a morning cleare and bright ; Or like a frost , or like a showre ; Or like the pride of Babel's ...
... morning hasteth : The Sunne sets , the shadow flies , The Gourd consumes , and man he dies . Like to the blaze of fond delight ; Or like a morning cleare and bright ; Or like a frost , or like a showre ; Or like the pride of Babel's ...
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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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