Spencer to CrabbeOxford University Press, 1990 - English poetry |
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... grace , if thou repent , thou canst not lack ; But who shall give thee that grace to begin ? Oh make thyself with holy mourning black , And red with blushing , as thou art with sin ; Or wash thee in Christ's blood , which hath this ...
... grace , if thou repent , thou canst not lack ; But who shall give thee that grace to begin ? Oh make thyself with holy mourning black , And red with blushing , as thou art with sin ; Or wash thee in Christ's blood , which hath this ...
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... Grace HERE a little child I stand , Heaving up my either hand ; Cold as paddocks though they be , Here I lift them up to Thee , For a benison to fall On our meat , and on us all . Amen . A CHILD'S GRACE : paddocks ] toads Delight in ...
... Grace HERE a little child I stand , Heaving up my either hand ; Cold as paddocks though they be , Here I lift them up to Thee , For a benison to fall On our meat , and on us all . Amen . A CHILD'S GRACE : paddocks ] toads Delight in ...
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... grace , And to be grave , exceeds all power of face . I sit with sad civility , I read With honest anguish , and an aching head ; And drop at last , but in unwilling ears , This saving counsel , - ' Keep your piece nine years . ' ' Nine ...
... grace , And to be grave , exceeds all power of face . I sit with sad civility , I read With honest anguish , and an aching head ; And drop at last , but in unwilling ears , This saving counsel , - ' Keep your piece nine years . ' ' Nine ...
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