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Because the last we saw here had a tustle , And ne'er would have got into heaven's good graces , Had he not flung his head in all our faces . XIX ' He was , if I remember , king of France ; That head of his , which could not keep a ...
Because the last we saw here had a tustle , And ne'er would have got into heaven's good graces , Had he not flung his head in all our faces . XIX ' He was , if I remember , king of France ; That head of his , which could not keep a ...
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Bird thou never wert , That from Heaven , or near it , Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art . Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire ; The blue deep thou wingest ...
Bird thou never wert , That from Heaven , or near it , Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art . Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire ; The blue deep thou wingest ...
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Have ye souls in heaven too , Double lived in regions new ? Yes , and those of heaven commune With the spheres of sun and moon ; With the noise of fountains wond'rous , And the parle of voices thund'rous ; With the whisper of heaven's ...
Have ye souls in heaven too , Double lived in regions new ? Yes , and those of heaven commune With the spheres of sun and moon ; With the noise of fountains wond'rous , And the parle of voices thund'rous ; With the whisper of heaven's ...
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CHARLES SACKVILLE EARL OF DORSET 16381706 | 1 |
ANNE COUNTESS OF WINCHILSEA ?16601720 | 10 |
WILLIAM CONGREVE 16701729 | 19 |
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