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Page 172
... souls therefore , which are one , Though I must go , endure not yet A breach , but an expansion , Like gold to airy thinness beat . If they be two , they are two so As stiff twin compasses are two , Thy soul , the fixt foot , makes no ...
... souls therefore , which are one , Though I must go , endure not yet A breach , but an expansion , Like gold to airy thinness beat . If they be two , they are two so As stiff twin compasses are two , Thy soul , the fixt foot , makes no ...
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... soul with too much stay Is drunk , and staggers in the way . Some men a forward motion love , But I by backward steps would move , And when this dust falls to the urn In that state I came return . Peace My soul , there is a country Far ...
... soul with too much stay Is drunk , and staggers in the way . Some men a forward motion love , But I by backward steps would move , And when this dust falls to the urn In that state I came return . Peace My soul , there is a country Far ...
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... Soul Be still , my soul , be still ; the arms you bear are brittle , Earth and high heaven are fixt of old and founded strong . Think rather , -call to thought , if now you grieve a little , The days when we had rest , O soul , for they ...
... Soul Be still , my soul , be still ; the arms you bear are brittle , Earth and high heaven are fixt of old and founded strong . Think rather , -call to thought , if now you grieve a little , The days when we had rest , O soul , for they ...
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