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... present day may not be disposed to agree in the above eulogy on his Latin compofitions . The SYNAGOGUE , or the Shadow of the Temple , by the Rev. Christopher Harvey , * first printed 1640 , is retained in this edition . By the kindness ...
... present day may not be disposed to agree in the above eulogy on his Latin compofitions . The SYNAGOGUE , or the Shadow of the Temple , by the Rev. Christopher Harvey , * first printed 1640 , is retained in this edition . By the kindness ...
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... PRESENT THEMSELVES TO THEE ; YET NOT MINE NEITHER FOR FROM THEE THEY CAME , AND MUST RETURN . ACCEPT OF THEM AND ME , AND MAKE US STRIVE , WHO SHALL SING BEST THY NAME . TURN THEIR EYES HITHER , WHO SHALL MAKE A GAIN THEIRS , WHO SHALL ...
... PRESENT THEMSELVES TO THEE ; YET NOT MINE NEITHER FOR FROM THEE THEY CAME , AND MUST RETURN . ACCEPT OF THEM AND ME , AND MAKE US STRIVE , WHO SHALL SING BEST THY NAME . TURN THEIR EYES HITHER , WHO SHALL MAKE A GAIN THEIRS , WHO SHALL ...
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... present for a mighty king , ) Much less make any one thine enemy . As guns destroy , fo may a little fling . The cunning workman never doth refuse The meaneft tool , that he may chance to use . All foreign wisdom doth amount to this ...
... present for a mighty king , ) Much less make any one thine enemy . As guns destroy , fo may a little fling . The cunning workman never doth refuse The meaneft tool , that he may chance to use . All foreign wisdom doth amount to this ...
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... presents tender'd were , Gave them about to all . The angry Lion did present his paw , Which by confent was given to Manfuetude . The fearful Hare her ears , which by their law Humility did reach to Fortitude . The jealous Turkey ...
... presents tender'd were , Gave them about to all . The angry Lion did present his paw , Which by confent was given to Manfuetude . The fearful Hare her ears , which by their law Humility did reach to Fortitude . The jealous Turkey ...
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... Trees would be tuning on their native lute To thy renown : but all their hands and throats Are brought to Man , while they are lame and mute . Man is the world's high Priest : he doth present THE CHURCH . 117 Love Love Love-joy.
... Trees would be tuning on their native lute To thy renown : but all their hands and throats Are brought to Man , while they are lame and mute . Man is the world's high Priest : he doth present THE CHURCH . 117 Love Love Love-joy.
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Page 85 - ... Sweet rose, whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie. My music shows ye have your closes. And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like seasoned timber, never gives ; But though the whole world turn to coal, Then chiefly lives.
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