The New Golden Treasury of English VerseEdward Leeson |
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... bodies turn we then , that so Weak men on love revealed may look ; Love's mysteries in souls do grow , But yet the body is his book . And if some lover , such as we , Have heard this dialogue of one , Let him still mark us , he shall ...
... bodies turn we then , that so Weak men on love revealed may look ; Love's mysteries in souls do grow , But yet the body is his book . And if some lover , such as we , Have heard this dialogue of one , Let him still mark us , he shall ...
Page 116
... body of this world , like thine , My little world ! That fit of fire Once off , our bodies shall aspire To our souls ' bliss ; then we shall rise , And view ourselves with clearer eyes In that calm region where no night Can hide us from ...
... body of this world , like thine , My little world ! That fit of fire Once off , our bodies shall aspire To our souls ' bliss ; then we shall rise , And view ourselves with clearer eyes In that calm region where no night Can hide us from ...
Page 311
... body and I pulled at one rope , But he said nought to me . ' ' I fear thee , ancient Mariner ! ' ' Be calm , thou ... bodies passed . The lonesome Spirit from the South Pole carries on the Coleridge 311.
... body and I pulled at one rope , But he said nought to me . ' ' I fear thee , ancient Mariner ! ' ' Be calm , thou ... bodies passed . The lonesome Spirit from the South Pole carries on the Coleridge 311.
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