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Or that thy beauties lie in wormy bed , Hid from the world in a low delved tomb ; Could Heav'n for pity thee so strictly doom ? Oh no ! for something in thy face did shine Above mortality , that show'd thou wast divine . 31 VI .
Or that thy beauties lie in wormy bed , Hid from the world in a low delved tomb ; Could Heav'n for pity thee so strictly doom ? Oh no ! for something in thy face did shine Above mortality , that show'd thou wast divine . 31 VI .
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Or wert thou of the golden - winged host , Who having clad thyself in human weed , To earth from thy prefixed seat didst post , And after short abode fly back with speed , 60 As if to show what creatures heav'n doth breed , Thereby to ...
Or wert thou of the golden - winged host , Who having clad thyself in human weed , To earth from thy prefixed seat didst post , And after short abode fly back with speed , 60 As if to show what creatures heav'n doth breed , Thereby to ...
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This is the month , and this the happy mort Wherein the Son of heav'n's eternal king , Of wedded Maid , and Virgin Mother born , Our great redemption from above did bring ; For so the holy sages once did sing , That he our deadly ...
This is the month , and this the happy mort Wherein the Son of heav'n's eternal king , Of wedded Maid , and Virgin Mother born , Our great redemption from above did bring ; For so the holy sages once did sing , That he our deadly ...
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