A Gallery To The Temple. The Prodigall (Ralph Knevet Poems)
Disrob'd by Sinne, expos'd to the cold aire, Of dire dispaire, I sighe I grone: Famish'd for want of heav'nly sustenance, My spirit faints, And ...
Disrob'd by Sinne, expos'd to the cold aire, Of dire dispaire, I sighe I grone: Famish'd for want of heav'nly sustenance, My spirit faints, And ...
When Butterflyes, and Prizes vaine I spye, In silke wormes labours clad, That a faire tincture had From silly wormes likewise: then presently, I ...
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