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Page 226
... perhaps her grave , Of neither sea , nor shore , nor air , nor fire , But all these in their pregnant causes mixed Nature , the created universe . Hot , Cold , Moist , and Dry , i . e . the attributes of the four elements ( fire , earth ...
... perhaps her grave , Of neither sea , nor shore , nor air , nor fire , But all these in their pregnant causes mixed Nature , the created universe . Hot , Cold , Moist , and Dry , i . e . the attributes of the four elements ( fire , earth ...
Page 392
... perhaps am secret ; Heaven is high , High and remote to see from thence distinct Each thing on Earth ; and other care perhaps May have diverted from continual watch Our great Forbidder , safe with all his spies About him . But to Adam ...
... perhaps am secret ; Heaven is high , High and remote to see from thence distinct Each thing on Earth ; and other care perhaps May have diverted from continual watch Our great Forbidder , safe with all his spies About him . But to Adam ...
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... Perhaps my enemies who come to stare At my affliction , and perhaps to insult , Their daily practice to afflict me more . Chorus . This , this is he ; softly a while , Let us not break in upon him ; O change beyond report , thought , or ...
... Perhaps my enemies who come to stare At my affliction , and perhaps to insult , Their daily practice to afflict me more . Chorus . This , this is he ; softly a while , Let us not break in upon him ; O change beyond report , thought , or ...
Contents
Preface | v |
A Paraphrase on Psalm 114 | 1 |
On the Death of a Fair Infant Anno Ætatis | 7 |
Copyright | |
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