The Oxford Library of English Poetry: Sackville to KeatsJohn Wain Oxford University Press, 1986 - 511 pages |
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... things thus - Is it of force ? Is there necessity I must be miserable ? Is it of moment to the peace of Heaven That I should be afflicted thus ? - If not , Why is it thus contrived ? Why are things laid By some unseen hand , so , as of ...
... things thus - Is it of force ? Is there necessity I must be miserable ? Is it of moment to the peace of Heaven That I should be afflicted thus ? - If not , Why is it thus contrived ? Why are things laid By some unseen hand , so , as of ...
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John Wain. An Thou Were My Ain Thing AN thou were my ain thing , I would love thee , I would love thee ; An thou were my ain thing How dearly I would love thee . Like bees that suck the morning dew , Frae flowers of sweetest scent and ...
John Wain. An Thou Were My Ain Thing AN thou were my ain thing , I would love thee , I would love thee ; An thou were my ain thing How dearly I would love thee . Like bees that suck the morning dew , Frae flowers of sweetest scent and ...
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... things into sympathy , To unorganic natures I transferr'd My own enjoyments , or , the power of truth Coming in revelation , I convers'd With things that really are , I , at this time Saw blessing spread around me like a sea . Thus did ...
... things into sympathy , To unorganic natures I transferr'd My own enjoyments , or , the power of truth Coming in revelation , I convers'd With things that really are , I , at this time Saw blessing spread around me like a sea . Thus did ...
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CHARLES SACKVILLE EARL Of Dorset 16381706 | 1 |
ANNE COUNTESS OF WINCHILSEA ?16601720 | 10 |
WILLIAM CONGREVE 16701729 | 19 |
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