The Oxford Book of Seventeenth Century VerseSir Herbert John Clifford Grierson, Geoffrey Bullough Clarendon Press, 1934 - 974 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 272
... night hath tedious beene , No sleepe hath fallen into my eyes , Nor slumbers made me sinne . Is not she a Saint then say , Thought of whom keepes sinne away ? Rise Madam , rise and give me light , Whom darknesse still will cover , And ...
... night hath tedious beene , No sleepe hath fallen into my eyes , Nor slumbers made me sinne . Is not she a Saint then say , Thought of whom keepes sinne away ? Rise Madam , rise and give me light , Whom darknesse still will cover , And ...
الصفحة 630
... night of sorrow . Dayes , that in spight Of Darkenesse , by the Light Of a cleere mind are Day all Night . Nights , sweet as they , Made short by Lovers play , Yet long by th ' absence of the Day . Life , that dares send A challenge to ...
... night of sorrow . Dayes , that in spight Of Darkenesse , by the Light Of a cleere mind are Day all Night . Nights , sweet as they , Made short by Lovers play , Yet long by th ' absence of the Day . Life , that dares send A challenge to ...
الصفحة 770
... night Is dark , and long ; The Road foul , and where one goes right , Six may go wrong . One twinkling ray Shot o'er some cloud , May clear much way And guide a crowd . Gods Saints are shining lights : who stays Here long must passe O ...
... night Is dark , and long ; The Road foul , and where one goes right , Six may go wrong . One twinkling ray Shot o'er some cloud , May clear much way And guide a crowd . Gods Saints are shining lights : who stays Here long must passe O ...
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