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... doth enter in The bladders cave , and never brake the skinne ? the next . 260 270 Know'st thou how blood , which to the heart doth flow , Doth from one ventricle to th'other goe ? And for the putrid stuffe , which thou dost spit , Know ...
... doth enter in The bladders cave , and never brake the skinne ? the next . 260 270 Know'st thou how blood , which to the heart doth flow , Doth from one ventricle to th'other goe ? And for the putrid stuffe , which thou dost spit , Know ...
Page 121
... doth live She , who hath carried thither new degrees ( As to their number ) to their dignities . 340 350 Shee , who ... doth leave it , and by Death , survive All this , in Heaven ; whither who doth not strive The more , because shees ...
... doth live She , who hath carried thither new degrees ( As to their number ) to their dignities . 340 350 Shee , who ... doth leave it , and by Death , survive All this , in Heaven ; whither who doth not strive The more , because shees ...
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... doth every day admit Degrees of growth , but none of losing it . In this fresh joy ' tis no small part , that shee , Shee , in whose goodnesse he that names degree , Doth injure her ( ' Tis losse to be cal'd best , There where the ...
... doth every day admit Degrees of growth , but none of losing it . In this fresh joy ' tis no small part , that shee , Shee , in whose goodnesse he that names degree , Doth injure her ( ' Tis losse to be cal'd best , There where the ...
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Arcite arms beauty beneath blood breast breath brest Burns Byron Camelot Chaucer cloud cold dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth Emelye eyes face fair fame fate fear flowers grace grief hand hast hath hear heart heaven herte honour Jebusites King lady Lady of Shalott light live look lord Lycidas mighty Milton mind mordre Muse namore never night nymph o'er once Ovid Oxus pain Palamon pale PARNASSUS passion poem poet poetry Pope praise rose round Rustum Saturn seem'd seyde shal sing Sir Bedivere sleep smile Sohrab song sorrow soul sound spirit stars sterte stood stream sweet swich tears Tennyson Thebes thee ther Theseus thine things thou art thought thro trewely twas unto up-on voice weep whan whyl whyt wind wolde words wyde youth