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A good man there was of religion , That was a poor Parsone of a town ; But rich
he was in holy thought and work , He was also a learned man , a clerk , That
Christ's gospel truely would preach . Ilis parishens devoutly would he teach ,
Benigne ...
A good man there was of religion , That was a poor Parsone of a town ; But rich
he was in holy thought and work , He was also a learned man , a clerk , That
Christ's gospel truely would preach . Ilis parishens devoutly would he teach ,
Benigne ...
Page 217
Yet O the thought , that thou art safe , and he ! That thought is joy , arrive what
may to me . My boast is not , that I deduce my birth From loins enthroned , and
rulers of the earth ; But higher far my proud pretensions riseThe son of parents
passed ...
Yet O the thought , that thou art safe , and he ! That thought is joy , arrive what
may to me . My boast is not , that I deduce my birth From loins enthroned , and
rulers of the earth ; But higher far my proud pretensions riseThe son of parents
passed ...
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Those sordid truths , that cross the track Of each sweet thought , and drive them
back Full into all the mire , and strife , And vanities of that man's life , Who , more
than all that e'er have glowed With Fancy's flame ( and it was his , If ever given to
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Those sordid truths , that cross the track Of each sweet thought , and drive them
back Full into all the mire , and strife , And vanities of that man's life , Who , more
than all that e'er have glowed With Fancy's flame ( and it was his , If ever given to
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