The Temple: Sacred Poems and Private EjaculationsPickering, 1844 - 350 páginas |
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... Sorrow was all my foul ; I scarce believed , Till grief did tell me roundly , that I lived . When I got health , thou took'st away my life , And more ; for my friends die : My mirth and edge was loft ; a blunted knife Was of more use ...
... Sorrow was all my foul ; I scarce believed , Till grief did tell me roundly , that I lived . When I got health , thou took'st away my life , And more ; for my friends die : My mirth and edge was loft ; a blunted knife Was of more use ...
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... Sorrow hath changed its note : fuch is his wil Who changeth all things , as him pleaseth best . For well he knows , if but one grief and smart Among my many had his full career , Sure it would carry with it e'en my heart , And both ...
... Sorrow hath changed its note : fuch is his wil Who changeth all things , as him pleaseth best . For well he knows , if but one grief and smart Among my many had his full career , Sure it would carry with it e'en my heart , And both ...
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... therefore glad And merry now I'll be . Come , glory , crown My head ; And , pleasures , drown My bed Of thorns in down . Sorrow , be gone ; Delight And joy alone Befit Be packing now , My honey - moon . THE 331 SYNAGOGUE .
... therefore glad And merry now I'll be . Come , glory , crown My head ; And , pleasures , drown My bed Of thorns in down . Sorrow , be gone ; Delight And joy alone Befit Be packing now , My honey - moon . THE 331 SYNAGOGUE .
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