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Page 106
... rise . O Love ! has she done this to thee ? What shall ( alas ! ) become of me ? What Bird So Sings What bird so sings , yet so does wail ? O , ' tis the ravished nightingale . Jug , jug , jug , jug , tereu ! she cries , And still her ...
... rise . O Love ! has she done this to thee ? What shall ( alas ! ) become of me ? What Bird So Sings What bird so sings , yet so does wail ? O , ' tis the ravished nightingale . Jug , jug , jug , jug , tereu ! she cries , And still her ...
Page 177
... doth weigh ; Only Thou art above , and when towards Thee By Thy leave I can look , I rise again ; But our old subtle foe so tempteth me , That not one hour my self I can sustain ; Thy Grace may wing me to prevent his art , JOHN DONNE 177.
... doth weigh ; Only Thou art above , and when towards Thee By Thy leave I can look , I rise again ; But our old subtle foe so tempteth me , That not one hour my self I can sustain ; Thy Grace may wing me to prevent his art , JOHN DONNE 177.
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... rise , And what can never more be done , Did at midnight speak with the Sun ! O who will tell me , where He found thee at that dead and silent hour ! What hallowed solitary ground did bear So rare a flower , Within whose sacred leaves ...
... rise , And what can never more be done , Did at midnight speak with the Sun ! O who will tell me , where He found thee at that dead and silent hour ! What hallowed solitary ground did bear So rare a flower , Within whose sacred leaves ...
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