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... SPEAK , gracious Lord , oh , speak ; Thy servant hears : For I'm Thy servant and I'll still be so : Speak words of comfort in my willing ears ; And since my tongue is in Thy praises slow , And since that Thine all rhetoric exceeds ...
... SPEAK , gracious Lord , oh , speak ; Thy servant hears : For I'm Thy servant and I'll still be so : Speak words of comfort in my willing ears ; And since my tongue is in Thy praises slow , And since that Thine all rhetoric exceeds ...
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... speak comfort to my ravished ears ; Light of my eyes , my consolation , Speak when Thou wilt , for still Thy servant hears . Whate'er Thou speak'st , let this be understood : Thy greater glory , and my greater good ! OCCASIONED BY ...
... speak comfort to my ravished ears ; Light of my eyes , my consolation , Speak when Thou wilt , for still Thy servant hears . Whate'er Thou speak'st , let this be understood : Thy greater glory , and my greater good ! OCCASIONED BY ...
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... speaking - trumpet's mellow noise : She sobbed a storm , and wiped her flowing eyes , Which seemed like two broad suns in misty skies O squander not thy grief ; those tears command To weep upon our cod in Newfoundland : The plenteous ...
... speaking - trumpet's mellow noise : She sobbed a storm , and wiped her flowing eyes , Which seemed like two broad suns in misty skies O squander not thy grief ; those tears command To weep upon our cod in Newfoundland : The plenteous ...
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... speak my flame ! Teach me to woo thee by thy best - loved name ! Whether the style of Grildrig please the most , So called on Brobdignag's stupendous coast , When on the monarch's ample hand you sate , And hollooed in his ear intrigues ...
... speak my flame ! Teach me to woo thee by thy best - loved name ! Whether the style of Grildrig please the most , So called on Brobdignag's stupendous coast , When on the monarch's ample hand you sate , And hollooed in his ear intrigues ...
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... speak well , and the other those who speak evil of him . Of the first class , the most noble JOHN DUKE OF BUCKINGHAM sums up his character in these lines : And yet so wondrous , so sublime a thing , 1 As the great Iliad , scarce could ...
... speak well , and the other those who speak evil of him . Of the first class , the most noble JOHN DUKE OF BUCKINGHAM sums up his character in these lines : And yet so wondrous , so sublime a thing , 1 As the great Iliad , scarce could ...
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Strona 48 - tis true — this truth you lovers know — In vain my structures rise, my gardens grow, In vain fair Thames reflects the double scenes Of hanging mountains, and of sloping greens: Joy lives not here; to happier seats it flies, And only dwells where Wortley casts her eyes.