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I need not tell Thee who I am , My Misery , or Sin declare , Thyself hast call'd me by my Name , Look on thy Hands , and read it there , But who , I ask Thee , who art Thou , Tell me thy Name , and tell me now ?
I need not tell Thee who I am , My Misery , or Sin declare , Thyself hast call'd me by my Name , Look on thy Hands , and read it there , But who , I ask Thee , who art Thou , Tell me thy Name , and tell me now ?
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Ah , Gossip dear , ' We're safe enough ; here in this arm - chair sit , And tell me how ' — ' Good Saints ! not here , not here ; ' Follow me , child , or else these stones will be thy bier . ' a XIII a He follow'd through a lowly ...
Ah , Gossip dear , ' We're safe enough ; here in this arm - chair sit , And tell me how ' — ' Good Saints ! not here , not here ; ' Follow me , child , or else these stones will be thy bier . ' a XIII a He follow'd through a lowly ...
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... Look up , and tell me if this feeble shape ' Is Saturn's ; tell me , if thou hear'st the voice ' Of Saturn ; tell me , if this wrinkling brow , ' Naked and bare of its great diadem , ' Peers like the front of Saturn .
... Look up , and tell me if this feeble shape ' Is Saturn's ; tell me , if thou hear'st the voice ' Of Saturn ; tell me , if this wrinkling brow , ' Naked and bare of its great diadem , ' Peers like the front of Saturn .
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CHARLES SACKVILLE EARL OF DORSET 16381706 | 1 |
ANNE COUNTESS OF WINCHILSEA ?16601720 | 10 |
WILLIAM CONGREVE 16701729 | 19 |
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