The Oxford Book of Seventeenth Century VerseSir Herbert John Clifford Grierson, Geoffrey Bullough Clarendon Press, 1934 - 974 sider |
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... once more , ere they Should miss of Heavens eternal day . Soul . But Lord ! what if I turn again , And with an adamantine chain , Lock me to thee ? What if I chase The world away to give thee place ? God . Then though these souls in ...
... once more , ere they Should miss of Heavens eternal day . Soul . But Lord ! what if I turn again , And with an adamantine chain , Lock me to thee ? What if I chase The world away to give thee place ? God . Then though these souls in ...
Side 381
... once more smell the dew and rain , And relish versing . O my onely light , It cannot be That I am he On whom thy tempests fell all night . These are thy wonders , Lord of love , To make us see we are but flowers that glide . Which when ...
... once more smell the dew and rain , And relish versing . O my onely light , It cannot be That I am he On whom thy tempests fell all night . These are thy wonders , Lord of love , To make us see we are but flowers that glide . Which when ...
Side 511
... once with him they rose ; AT Thir rising all at once was as the sound Of Thunder heard remote . Towards him they bend With awful reverence prone ; and as a God Extoll him equal to the highest in Heav'n : Nor fail'd they to express how ...
... once with him they rose ; AT Thir rising all at once was as the sound Of Thunder heard remote . Towards him they bend With awful reverence prone ; and as a God Extoll him equal to the highest in Heav'n : Nor fail'd they to express how ...
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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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