Copeland's Treasury for Booklovers: A Panorama of English and American Poetry and Prose from the Earliest Times to the Present, Volume 1 |
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My soul will be a - dry before ; But after , it will thirst no more . Then by that happy blissful day , More peaceful pilgrims I shall see , That have cast off their rags of clay , And walk apparellid fresh like me .
My soul will be a - dry before ; But after , it will thirst no more . Then by that happy blissful day , More peaceful pilgrims I shall see , That have cast off their rags of clay , And walk apparellid fresh like me .
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Words without thoughts never to heaven O limed soul , that , struggling to be free , go . [ Exit . Art more engag'd ! Help , angels ! Make assay ! Bow , stubborn knees , and , heart with SCENE IV . The Queen's closet . strings of steel ...
Words without thoughts never to heaven O limed soul , that , struggling to be free , go . [ Exit . Art more engag'd ! Help , angels ! Make assay ! Bow , stubborn knees , and , heart with SCENE IV . The Queen's closet . strings of steel ...
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And ever against eating cares , Lap me in soft Lydian airs , Married to immortal verse , Such as the meeting soul may pierce , In notes with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out , With wanton heed and giddy cunning ...
And ever against eating cares , Lap me in soft Lydian airs , Married to immortal verse , Such as the meeting soul may pierce , In notes with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out , With wanton heed and giddy cunning ...
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