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 Metaphysical Poetry  17th Century

I made a posie, while the day ran by:
Here will I smell my remnant out, and tie
My life within ... [+]

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 Elizabethan Poetry  17th Century

Yet once more, O ye Laurels, and once more
Ye Myrtles brown, with Ivy never-sear,
I come to pluck ... [+]