Upon a Little Lady Under the Discipline of an Excellent Person. (Anne Killigrew Poem)
I. HOw comes the Day orecast ? the Flaming Sun Darkn'd at Noon, as if his Course were run ? ...
I. HOw comes the Day orecast ? the Flaming Sun Darkn'd at Noon, as if his Course were run ? ...
I. HEre take no Care, take here no Care, my Muse, Nor ought of Art or Labour use: But let ...
SEest thou younder craggy Rock, Whose Head o'er-looks the swelling Main, Where never Shepherd fed his Flock, Or careful Peasant ...
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