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''Then that which living gave you roome,
Your glorious sepulcher shall be.
There wants no marble for a tombe,
Whose brest hath marble beene to me.''
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William Habington (1605-1654), British poet. Castara (I, l. 13-16). . .
Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1918. Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed...
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''My soule her wings doth spread
And heaven-ward flies,
Th' Almighty's Mysteries to read
In the large volumes of the skies.''
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William Habington (1605-1654), British poet. Castara (III, l. 5-8). . .
New Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1950. Helen Gardner, ed. (1972...
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