The purple island, or The isle of man. [In verse] To which is added, Christ's victory and triumph, a poem by G. Fletcher1783 |
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The Purple Island, Or the Isle of Man. [In Verse] to Which Is Added, Christ ... Giles Fletcher,Phineas Fletcher Prévia não disponível - 2018 |
The Purple Island, Or the Isle of Man. [In Verse] to Which Is Added, Christ ... Giles Fletcher,Phineas Fletcher Prévia não disponível - 2015 |
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Termos e frases comuns
againſt arms bafe baſe beſt bleffed blood breaſt bright caft CANTO chyle cloſe cou'd death defire diffluence doth earth endleſs ev'ry eyes fafe faft fair fear fecond feem feem'd felf fenfe fhall fhepherds fhield fhine fhou'd fide fight filver fing fire firft firſt flain flaming flave fleep flow'rs fome fong foon foul fpirits fpring fram'd freſh ftands ftars ftill ftreams ftrength ftrong fuch fure fweet fwelling GILES FLETCHER glorious golden greateſt grief hath heart heav'n heav'nly hell Hepar herſelf higheſt himſelf ISLE itſelf laft lefs light moft moſt mufe muſe muſt never night paffage Pentarchy PHINEAS FLETCHER pleaſe pow'r praiſe reft reſt rife riſe ſeem ſhall ſhe ſmall ſome ſpends ſpent ſpite ſpread ſtands ſtars ſtate ſtill ſuch ſweet thee thefe themſelves theſe thofe thoſe thou thouſand thro tunicle unto uſe whofe Whoſe wou'd
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