To my dead friend Ben Johnson (Henry King Poems)
I see that wreath which doth the wearer arm'Gainst the quick strokes of thunder, is no charmTo keep off deaths ...
I see that wreath which doth the wearer arm'Gainst the quick strokes of thunder, is no charmTo keep off deaths ...
Great Lady! That thus quite against our use,We speak your welcome by an English Muse,And in a vulgar tongue our ...
Praise ye the Lord, your Songs addressTo praise His Holynes:O praise Him in His pow'rs extent,Who rules the firmament.Praise Him ...
O all ye Nations record,The Praises of the Lord;Ye people through the Universe,Your Makers praise rehearse.For He to us great ...
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