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... gave great offence , but which remain to the student of English poetry as amongst the most masterly productions of their class . Pope held them to be the best poetry and the truest satire in the English language . In 1617 , he was ...
... gave great offence , but which remain to the student of English poetry as amongst the most masterly productions of their class . Pope held them to be the best poetry and the truest satire in the English language . In 1617 , he was ...
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... gave time a beginning and con- tinuance ; yet some He hath made ours , not to command , but to use . In none may we forget Him ; in some we must forget all , besides Him . First , therefore , I desire to awake at those hours , not when ...
... gave time a beginning and con- tinuance ; yet some He hath made ours , not to command , but to use . In none may we forget Him ; in some we must forget all , besides Him . First , therefore , I desire to awake at those hours , not when ...
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... gave a new life unto the world in it , and drew the strength of God's moral precept unto it , therefore justly do we sing with the psalmist ; This is the day which the Lord hath made . Now I forget the world , and in a sort myself ; and ...
... gave a new life unto the world in it , and drew the strength of God's moral precept unto it , therefore justly do we sing with the psalmist ; This is the day which the Lord hath made . Now I forget the world , and in a sort myself ; and ...
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... gave a great light , and the hall was ever full of knights and squires , and many other tables were dressed to sup who would . There was none should speak to him at his table but if he were called . His meat was lightly , wild fowl ...
... gave a great light , and the hall was ever full of knights and squires , and many other tables were dressed to sup who would . There was none should speak to him at his table but if he were called . His meat was lightly , wild fowl ...
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... “ Then the child went to Pampeluna to take his leave of the king , his uncle . The king made him great cheer , and tarried him there a ten days , and gave to him great gifts , PITEOUS DEATH OF THE SON OF GASTON DE FOIX . 13.
... “ Then the child went to Pampeluna to take his leave of the king , his uncle . The king made him great cheer , and tarried him there a ten days , and gave to him great gifts , PITEOUS DEATH OF THE SON OF GASTON DE FOIX . 13.
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