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... heaven of his thought , Which with a yielding latch , and with no more , Hath barred him from the blessed thing he sought . So from himself impiety hath wrought , That for his prey to pray he doth begin , As if the heavens should ...
... heaven of his thought , Which with a yielding latch , and with no more , Hath barred him from the blessed thing he sought . So from himself impiety hath wrought , That for his prey to pray he doth begin , As if the heavens should ...
Page 309
... Heaven , and thou art Heaven's unconscious hand . Surely my heart cried out that it was thou , spear . When first I saw thee ; and thy heart spoke too , I know it : but fate trod those promptings down Under its iron heel ; fate , fate ...
... Heaven , and thou art Heaven's unconscious hand . Surely my heart cried out that it was thou , spear . When first I saw thee ; and thy heart spoke too , I know it : but fate trod those promptings down Under its iron heel ; fate , fate ...
Page 327
... heaven doth in some tired saint's dreams , Being part of that same heaven ? yea , more , for he , Though loved of God so , yet but seems to see , But to me sinful such great grace is given That in mine hands I hold this part of heaven ...
... heaven doth in some tired saint's dreams , Being part of that same heaven ? yea , more , for he , Though loved of God so , yet but seems to see , But to me sinful such great grace is given That in mine hands I hold this part of heaven ...
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