English Masterpieces: From the beginnings through the XVIII century |
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The eye 6 Returning to his bed in torment great , And bitter anguish of his guiltie sight , He could not rest , but did his stout heart eat , And wast his inward gall with deepe despight , Yrkesome 94 of life , and too long lingring ...
The eye 6 Returning to his bed in torment great , And bitter anguish of his guiltie sight , He could not rest , but did his stout heart eat , And wast his inward gall with deepe despight , Yrkesome 94 of life , and too long lingring ...
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We two , as relics left , will have One rest , one grave ; And , hugging close , we will not fear Lust ent'ring here , Where all desires are dead , or cold As is the mold , And all affections are forgot , Or trouble not .
We two , as relics left , will have One rest , one grave ; And , hugging close , we will not fear Lust ent'ring here , Where all desires are dead , or cold As is the mold , And all affections are forgot , Or trouble not .
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When almost all was out , God made a stay , Perceiving that alone , of all his treasure , Rest in the bottom lay . “ For if I should , ” said he , “ Bestow this jewel also on my creature , He would adore my gifts instead of me ...
When almost all was out , God made a stay , Perceiving that alone , of all his treasure , Rest in the bottom lay . “ For if I should , ” said he , “ Bestow this jewel also on my creature , He would adore my gifts instead of me ...
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