The Oxford Book of Seventeenth Century VerseSir Herbert John Clifford Grierson, Geoffrey Bullough Clarendon Press, 1934 - 974 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 115
... fires within me force a light . Oh Love , that fire and darkness should be mixt , Or to thy Triumphs soe strange torments fixt ? Is't because thou thy self art blind , that wee Thy Martyrs must no more each other see ? Or tak'st thou ...
... fires within me force a light . Oh Love , that fire and darkness should be mixt , Or to thy Triumphs soe strange torments fixt ? Is't because thou thy self art blind , that wee Thy Martyrs must no more each other see ? Or tak'st thou ...
الصفحة 259
... Fire , it hath delicious Aire , Moone , Sunne , and Starres , Heavens wonderfully faire : But there Flowres doe not fade , Trees grow not olde , The Creatures doe not die through Heat nor Colde , Sea there not tossed is , nor Aire made ...
... Fire , it hath delicious Aire , Moone , Sunne , and Starres , Heavens wonderfully faire : But there Flowres doe not fade , Trees grow not olde , The Creatures doe not die through Heat nor Colde , Sea there not tossed is , nor Aire made ...
الصفحة 515
... Fire . Thither by harpy - footed Furies hal'd , At certain revolutions all the damn'd Are brought : and feel by turns the bitter change Of fierce extreams , extreams by change more fierce , From Beds of raging Fire to starve in Ice Thir ...
... Fire . Thither by harpy - footed Furies hal'd , At certain revolutions all the damn'd Are brought : and feel by turns the bitter change Of fierce extreams , extreams by change more fierce , From Beds of raging Fire to starve in Ice Thir ...
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