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... till first I know of thee , 720 725 730 735 740 What thing thou art , thus double - formed , and why In this infernal vale first met thou call'st Me father , and that phantasm call'st my son . I know thee not , nor ever saw till now ...
... till first I know of thee , 720 725 730 735 740 What thing thou art , thus double - formed , and why In this infernal vale first met thou call'st Me father , and that phantasm call'st my son . I know thee not , nor ever saw till now ...
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... Till I in Man residing through the race , His thoughts , his looks , words , actions all infect , And season him thy last and sweetest prey . " This said , they both betook them several ways , Both to destroy , or unimmortal make All ...
... Till I in Man residing through the race , His thoughts , his looks , words , actions all infect , And season him thy last and sweetest prey . " This said , they both betook them several ways , Both to destroy , or unimmortal make All ...
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... Till many years over thy head return . 525 530 So may'st thou live , till like ripe fruit thou drop Into thy mother's lap , or be with ease 535 Gathered , not harshly plucked , for death mature : This is old age ; but then thou must ...
... Till many years over thy head return . 525 530 So may'st thou live , till like ripe fruit thou drop Into thy mother's lap , or be with ease 535 Gathered , not harshly plucked , for death mature : This is old age ; but then thou must ...
Contents
Preface | v |
A Paraphrase on Psalm 114 | 1 |
On the Death of a Fair Infant Anno Ætatis | 7 |
Copyright | |
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