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... soul And thy great parents ; do not see a cruelty so foul Inflicted on me . Brass and gold receive at any rate And quit my person , that the peers and ladies of our state May tomb it , and to sacred fire turn thy prophane decrees ...
... soul And thy great parents ; do not see a cruelty so foul Inflicted on me . Brass and gold receive at any rate And quit my person , that the peers and ladies of our state May tomb it , and to sacred fire turn thy prophane decrees ...
Page 100
... souls , That abler soul , which thence doth flow , Defects of loneliness controls . We then , who are this new soul , know Of what we are composed , and made , For th ' atomies of which we grow Are souls , whom no change can invade ...
... souls , That abler soul , which thence doth flow , Defects of loneliness controls . We then , who are this new soul , know Of what we are composed , and made , For th ' atomies of which we grow Are souls , whom no change can invade ...
Page 101
... soul into the soul may flow , Though it to body first repair . As our blood labours to beget Spirits as like souls as it can ; Because such fingers need to knit That subtle knot which makes us man ; So must pure lovers ' souls descend T ...
... soul into the soul may flow , Though it to body first repair . As our blood labours to beget Spirits as like souls as it can ; Because such fingers need to knit That subtle knot which makes us man ; So must pure lovers ' souls descend T ...
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Adlestrop beauty Beeny beneath bird blood breast breath bright clouds Colour-Sergeant dance Danny Deever dark dead dear death deep delight doth dream earth echo ring eternal ev'ry eyes face fair fall fear fire flame flowers forto grace Grantchester green GRONGAR HILL hand hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hill honour Hymen kings kiss land leaves light live look Lord lute Lycidas mind moon morning Muse ne'er never NICHOLAS BRETON night nymphs o'er peace pleasure pow'r praise pride rest rose round Samian wine shade shadow shine sigh sight sing Sir Patrick Spens sleep smile song soul sound spirit spring stars stood sweet tears tell thee thine things thought Timor mortis conturbat Tiresias trees twas unto voice vrom W. B. YEATS weep wild wind woods youth