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Page 209
... Faces evident the signes Of foul concupiscence ; whence evil store ; Eev'n Shame , the last of evils ; of the first Be sure then . How shall I behold the face 1080 Henceforth of God or Angel , earst with joy And rapture so oft beheld ...
... Faces evident the signes Of foul concupiscence ; whence evil store ; Eev'n Shame , the last of evils ; of the first Be sure then . How shall I behold the face 1080 Henceforth of God or Angel , earst with joy And rapture so oft beheld ...
Page 582
... face the uproar of the noisy School . Meanwhile , take this gift , humble , yes , but sent by a loyal friend , a word or two forced into elegiac measures . Elegy the Second , Written in His Seventeenth Year On the Death of the Beadle of ...
... face the uproar of the noisy School . Meanwhile , take this gift , humble , yes , but sent by a loyal friend , a word or two forced into elegiac measures . Elegy the Second , Written in His Seventeenth Year On the Death of the Beadle of ...
Page 605
... face of the Everlasting Father . But the godless she justly whirls within the sorrow - burdened realms of dusky Tartarus , and to seats beneath the earth . When to my joy I heard Death calling , swiftly I [ 45 ] left my loathsome prison ...
... face of the Everlasting Father . But the godless she justly whirls within the sorrow - burdened realms of dusky Tartarus , and to seats beneath the earth . When to my joy I heard Death calling , swiftly I [ 45 ] left my loathsome prison ...
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