The Oxford Book of Seventeenth Century VerseSir Herbert John Clifford Grierson, Geoffrey Bullough Clarendon Press, 1934 - 974 sider |
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Side 153
... sense , But , when they heard it tax'd , tooke more offence . They , then , that living where the matter is bred , Dare for these Poemes , yet , both aske , and read , And like them too ; must needfully , though few , Be of the best ...
... sense , But , when they heard it tax'd , tooke more offence . They , then , that living where the matter is bred , Dare for these Poemes , yet , both aske , and read , And like them too ; must needfully , though few , Be of the best ...
Side 260
... Sense , Feele such a Case , as one whom some Abisme Of the Deepe Ocean kept had all his Time : Who borne and nourish'd there , can scarcely dreame That ought can live without that brinie Streame , Can not beleeve that there be Temples ...
... Sense , Feele such a Case , as one whom some Abisme Of the Deepe Ocean kept had all his Time : Who borne and nourish'd there , can scarcely dreame That ought can live without that brinie Streame , Can not beleeve that there be Temples ...
Side 399
... sense ? " Tis a sad truth ; The Pulpit may her plaine , And sober Christian precepts still retaine , Doctrines it may , and wholesome Uses frame , Grave Homilies , and Lectures , But the flame Of thy brave Soule , that shot such heat ...
... sense ? " Tis a sad truth ; The Pulpit may her plaine , And sober Christian precepts still retaine , Doctrines it may , and wholesome Uses frame , Grave Homilies , and Lectures , But the flame Of thy brave Soule , that shot such heat ...
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