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Page 93
... LORD in thine anger do not reprehend me Nor in thy hot displeasure me correct ; Pity me Lord for I am much deject Am very weak and faint ; heal and amend me , For all my bones , that even with anguish ake , Are troubled , yea my soul is ...
... LORD in thine anger do not reprehend me Nor in thy hot displeasure me correct ; Pity me Lord for I am much deject Am very weak and faint ; heal and amend me , For all my bones , that even with anguish ake , Are troubled , yea my soul is ...
Page 106
... Lord will also then bestow Whatever thing is good Our Land shall forth in plenty throw Her fruits to be our food . 13 Before him Righteousness shall go His Royal Harbinger , Then will he come , and not be slow His footsteps cannot err ...
... Lord will also then bestow Whatever thing is good Our Land shall forth in plenty throw Her fruits to be our food . 13 Before him Righteousness shall go His Royal Harbinger , Then will he come , and not be slow His footsteps cannot err ...
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... Lord how many are my foes , 90 . Lord in thine anger do not reprehend me , 93 . Lord my God to thee I flie , 94 . Mean while the new - baptiz'd , who yet remain'd , 464 . Meanwhile the hainous and despightfull act , 382 . Methought I ...
... Lord how many are my foes , 90 . Lord in thine anger do not reprehend me , 93 . Lord my God to thee I flie , 94 . Mean while the new - baptiz'd , who yet remain'd , 464 . Meanwhile the hainous and despightfull act , 382 . Methought I ...
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A Paraphrase on Psalm 114 | 9 |
At a Solemn Musick | 15 |
LAllegro | 20 |
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References to this book
Romanticism Writing and Sexual Difference: Essays on the Prelude Mary Jacobus No preview available - 1994 |