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... Never , never can it be ! He doth give his joy to all ; He becomes an infant small ; He becomes a man of woe ; He doth feel the sorrow too . Think not thou canst sigh a sigh And thy maker is not by ; Think not thou canst weep a tear And ...
... Never , never can it be ! He doth give his joy to all ; He becomes an infant small ; He becomes a man of woe ; He doth feel the sorrow too . Think not thou canst sigh a sigh And thy maker is not by ; Think not thou canst weep a tear And ...
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... never heard Of plight and promises to be a spouse , Or perils by a loving maid incurr'd ; She was all which pure ignorance allows , And flew to her young mate like a young bird , And never having dreamt of falsehood , she Had not one ...
... never heard Of plight and promises to be a spouse , Or perils by a loving maid incurr'd ; She was all which pure ignorance allows , And flew to her young mate like a young bird , And never having dreamt of falsehood , she Had not one ...
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... never breed the same : And there shall be for thee all soft delight That shadowy thought can win , A bright torch ... Never slumber'd , never cloying . Here , your earth - born souls still speak To mortals , of their little week ; Of ...
... never breed the same : And there shall be for thee all soft delight That shadowy thought can win , A bright torch ... Never slumber'd , never cloying . Here , your earth - born souls still speak To mortals , of their little week ; Of ...
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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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