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... turned again to his dearest project " about two years before the king came in " ( i.e. , about May , 1658 ) . We may conjecture that he had need of such an emo- tional outlet and also that some of the pressures which had delayed the ...
... turned again to his dearest project " about two years before the king came in " ( i.e. , about May , 1658 ) . We may conjecture that he had need of such an emo- tional outlet and also that some of the pressures which had delayed the ...
Page 248
... turned , but not his brightness hid ; Of beaming sunny rays , a golden tiar Circled his head , nor less his locks behind Illustrious on his shoulders fledge with wings Lay waving round ; on some great charge employed He seemed , or ...
... turned , but not his brightness hid ; Of beaming sunny rays , a golden tiar Circled his head , nor less his locks behind Illustrious on his shoulders fledge with wings Lay waving round ; on some great charge employed He seemed , or ...
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... Turned fiery red , sharpening in moonëd horns Their phalanx , and began to hem him round With ported spears , as thick as when a field Of Ceres ripe for harvest waving bends Her bearded grove of ears , which way the wind Sways them ...
... Turned fiery red , sharpening in moonëd horns Their phalanx , and began to hem him round With ported spears , as thick as when a field Of Ceres ripe for harvest waving bends Her bearded grove of ears , which way the wind Sways them ...
Contents
Preface | v |
A Paraphrase on Psalm 114 | 1 |
On the Death of a Fair Infant Anno Ætatis | 7 |
Copyright | |
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