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... hise shoureso soteo The droghte of March hath perced to the rote , And bathed every veyne in swich licour Of which vertuo engendred is the flour ; Whan Zephirus eeko with his sweete breeth Inspired hath in every holto and heetho The ...
... hise shoureso soteo The droghte of March hath perced to the rote , And bathed every veyne in swich licour Of which vertuo engendred is the flour ; Whan Zephirus eeko with his sweete breeth Inspired hath in every holto and heetho The ...
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Be it so , since he Who now is sovereign can dispose and bid What shall be right : farthest from him is best Whom reason hath equalled , force hath made supreme Above his equals . Farewell happy fields 250 Where joy for ever dwells ...
Be it so , since he Who now is sovereign can dispose and bid What shall be right : farthest from him is best Whom reason hath equalled , force hath made supreme Above his equals . Farewell happy fields 250 Where joy for ever dwells ...
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To Israel Honour hath left , and freedom : let but them Find courage to lay hold on this occasion ; To himself and father's house eternal fame ; And , which is best and happiest yet , all this With God not parted from him , as was ...
To Israel Honour hath left , and freedom : let but them Find courage to lay hold on this occasion ; To himself and father's house eternal fame ; And , which is best and happiest yet , all this With God not parted from him , as was ...
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