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One sorry fret,
An anvill Sparke, rose higher,
And in thy Temple falling, almost set
The house on fire.
Such fireballs dropping in the Temple Flame
Burns up the building: Lord...
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Edward Taylor (1645-1729), U.S. poet. An Address to the Soul Occasioned by a Rain (l. 25-30). . .
Oxford Book of American Verse, The. F. O. Matthi...
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Oh, what a might is this whose single frown
Doth shake the world as it would shake it down?
Which all from nothing fet, from nothing all;
Hath all on nothing set, lets nothing fall.
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Edward Taylor (1645-1729), U.S. poet. God's Determinations: Preface (l. 25-30). . .
Oxford Book of American Verse, The. F. O. Matthiessen, ed. (19...
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