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Слушать(AI)On the Prodigal
Tell me, bright boy, tell me, my golden lad,
Whither away so frolic ? why so glad ?
What all thy wealth in council ? all thy state ?
Are husks so dear ? troth 'tis a mighty rate.
Richard Crashaw
Richard Crashaw (c. 1613 – 21 August 1649) was an English poet, teacher, High Church Anglican cleric and Roman Catholic convert, who was among t
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Now westward Sol had spent the richest Of noon's high glory, when, hard by the Of Tiber, on the scene of a green plat, Under protection of an oak, there satA sweet lute's master : in whose gentle
On the Sepulchre of our Lord
Here, where our Lord once laid his Head, Now the grave lies buried
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Lord, when the sense of thy sweet grace Sends up my soul to seek thy face Thy blessed eyes breed such desire, I dy in love’s delicious Fire O love, I am thy Sacrifice
Two Went up into the Temple to Pray
Two went to pray O rather say One went to brag, th' other to pray: One stands up close and treads on high, Where th' other dares not send his eye One nearer to God's altar trod, The other to the altar's God
