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Yet this of thee the wise may truly say : Thou from the virtuous nothing dost delay , And to be part of thee the wicked wisely pray . Great Negative , how vainly would the wise Inquire , define , distinguish , teach , devise , Didst ...
Yet this of thee the wise may truly say : Thou from the virtuous nothing dost delay , And to be part of thee the wicked wisely pray . Great Negative , how vainly would the wise Inquire , define , distinguish , teach , devise , Didst ...
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An Thou Were My Ain Thing An thou were my ain thing , I would love thee , I would love thee ; An thou were my ain thing How dearly I would love thee . Like bees that suck the morning dew , Frae flowers of sweetest scent and hue ...
An Thou Were My Ain Thing An thou were my ain thing , I would love thee , I would love thee ; An thou were my ain thing How dearly I would love thee . Like bees that suck the morning dew , Frae flowers of sweetest scent and hue ...
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Gave thee life , & bid thee feed By the stream & o'er the mead ; Gave thee clothing of delight , Softest clothing , wooly , bright ; Gave thee such a tender voice , Making all the vales rejoice ? Little Lamb , who made thee ?
Gave thee life , & bid thee feed By the stream & o'er the mead ; Gave thee clothing of delight , Softest clothing , wooly , bright ; Gave thee such a tender voice , Making all the vales rejoice ? Little Lamb , who made thee ?
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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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