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It shall be my delight to tend his eyes , And view him sitting in his house , ennobled With all those high exploits by him achieved , And on his shoulders waving down those locks That of a nation arm'd the strength contain'd ; And I ...
It shall be my delight to tend his eyes , And view him sitting in his house , ennobled With all those high exploits by him achieved , And on his shoulders waving down those locks That of a nation arm'd the strength contain'd ; And I ...
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What need a vermeil - tinctured lip for that , Love - darting eyes , or tresses like the morn ? There was another meaning in these gifts ; Think what , and be advised ; you are but young yet . Lady . I had not thought to have unlock'd ...
What need a vermeil - tinctured lip for that , Love - darting eyes , or tresses like the morn ? There was another meaning in these gifts ; Think what , and be advised ; you are but young yet . Lady . I had not thought to have unlock'd ...
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He , sovereign priest , stooping his regal head , That dropp'd with odorous oil down his fair eyes , Poor fleshly tabernacle entered , His starry front low - roof'd beneath the skies : Oh , what a mask was there — what a disguise !
He , sovereign priest , stooping his regal head , That dropp'd with odorous oil down his fair eyes , Poor fleshly tabernacle entered , His starry front low - roof'd beneath the skies : Oh , what a mask was there — what a disguise !
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