The Oxford Book of Seventeenth Century VerseSir Herbert John Clifford Grierson, Geoffrey Bullough Clarendon Press, 1934 - 974 sider |
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Side 135
... sleep is not putrified , But made that there , of which , and for which ' twas ; Nor can by other meanes be glorified . May then sinnes sleep , and deaths soone from me passe , That wak't from both , I againe risen may Salute the last ...
... sleep is not putrified , But made that there , of which , and for which ' twas ; Nor can by other meanes be glorified . May then sinnes sleep , and deaths soone from me passe , That wak't from both , I againe risen may Salute the last ...
Side 431
... Sleep is a death ; O make me try , By sleeping , what it is to die ; And as gently lay my head On my grave , as now my bed . Howe'er I rest , great God , let me Awake again at last with thee ; And thus assur'd , behold I lie Securely ...
... Sleep is a death ; O make me try , By sleeping , what it is to die ; And as gently lay my head On my grave , as now my bed . Howe'er I rest , great God , let me Awake again at last with thee ; And thus assur'd , behold I lie Securely ...
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... sleep : let them sleep on , Till this stormy night be gone , Till the Eternal morrow dawn ; Then the curtaines will be drawn And they wake into a light Whose day shall never die in Night . The Delights of the Muses , 1646 424 Upon ...
... sleep : let them sleep on , Till this stormy night be gone , Till the Eternal morrow dawn ; Then the curtaines will be drawn And they wake into a light Whose day shall never die in Night . The Delights of the Muses , 1646 424 Upon ...
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