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... Winds Blow moist and keen , shattering the graceful locks Of these fair spreading Trees ; which bids us seek Som better shroud , som better warmth to cherish Our Limbs benummd , ere this diurnal Starr Leave cold the Night , how we his ...
... Winds Blow moist and keen , shattering the graceful locks Of these fair spreading Trees ; which bids us seek Som better shroud , som better warmth to cherish Our Limbs benummd , ere this diurnal Starr Leave cold the Night , how we his ...
Page 333
... winds Within thir stony caves , but rushd abroad From the four hinges of the World , and fell On the vext Wilderness , whose tallest Pines , Though rooted deep as high , and sturdiest Oaks Bow'd thir Stiff necks , load❜n with stormy ...
... winds Within thir stony caves , but rushd abroad From the four hinges of the World , and fell On the vext Wilderness , whose tallest Pines , Though rooted deep as high , and sturdiest Oaks Bow'd thir Stiff necks , load❜n with stormy ...
Page 371
... winds and seas , yet winds to seas Are reconcil'd at length , and Sea to Shore : Thy anger , unappeasable , still rages , Eternal tempest never to be calmd . Why do I humble thus my self , and suing For peace , reap nothing but repulse ...
... winds and seas , yet winds to seas Are reconcil'd at length , and Sea to Shore : Thy anger , unappeasable , still rages , Eternal tempest never to be calmd . Why do I humble thus my self , and suing For peace , reap nothing but repulse ...
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