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... souls essence , By unchaste looks , loose gestures , and foul talk , But most by leud and lavish act of sin , Lets in defilement to the inward parts , The soul grows clotted by contagion , Imbodies , and ( 60 ) Miscellaneous Poems .
... souls essence , By unchaste looks , loose gestures , and foul talk , But most by leud and lavish act of sin , Lets in defilement to the inward parts , The soul grows clotted by contagion , Imbodies , and ( 60 ) Miscellaneous Poems .
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... soul , for † I have trod Thy waies , and love the just , Save thou thy servant O my God Who still in thee doth trust . 3 Pitty me Lord for daily thee I call ; 4 O make rejoyce Thy Servants Soul ; for Lord to thee I lift my soul and ...
... soul , for † I have trod Thy waies , and love the just , Save thou thy servant O my God Who still in thee doth trust . 3 Pitty me Lord for daily thee I call ; 4 O make rejoyce Thy Servants Soul ; for Lord to thee I lift my soul and ...
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... soul gazes intently on whatever is done in all Olympus's length and breadth , nor do the blind deeps of Tartarus escape mine [ 20 ] eyes . What lofty strains is my soul sounding forth through my parted lips ? What is being born of this ...
... soul gazes intently on whatever is done in all Olympus's length and breadth , nor do the blind deeps of Tartarus escape mine [ 20 ] eyes . What lofty strains is my soul sounding forth through my parted lips ? What is being born of this ...
Contents
A Paraphrase on Psalm 114 | 9 |
At a Solemn Musick | 15 |
LAllegro | 20 |
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References to this book
Romanticism Writing and Sexual Difference: Essays on the Prelude Mary Jacobus No preview available - 1994 |