The Oxford Book of Seventeenth Century VerseSir Herbert John Clifford Grierson, Geoffrey Bullough Clarendon Press, 1934 - 974 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 135
... death abled , shall controule Death , whom thy death slue ; nor shall to mee Feare of first or last death , bring miserie , If in thy little booke my name thou enroule , Flesh in that long sleep is not putrified , But made that there ...
... death abled , shall controule Death , whom thy death slue ; nor shall to mee Feare of first or last death , bring miserie , If in thy little booke my name thou enroule , Flesh in that long sleep is not putrified , But made that there ...
الصفحة 436
... Death Works , 1673 FRAIL ! mists of b RAIL Life ! in which , through mists of human breath grope for truth , and make our progress slow , Because by passion blinded ; till , by death Our passions ending , we begin to know . O reverend Death ...
... Death Works , 1673 FRAIL ! mists of b RAIL Life ! in which , through mists of human breath grope for truth , and make our progress slow , Because by passion blinded ; till , by death Our passions ending , we begin to know . O reverend Death ...
الصفحة 641
... DEATH . To prove We'll now appeal to none of all the word , Those thy old Souldiers , Great and tall , Ripe Men of Martyrdom , that could reach down . With strong armes , their triumphant crown ; Such as could with lusty breath Speak ...
... DEATH . To prove We'll now appeal to none of all the word , Those thy old Souldiers , Great and tall , Ripe Men of Martyrdom , that could reach down . With strong armes , their triumphant crown ; Such as could with lusty breath Speak ...
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