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''Like to the Artick needle, that doth guide
The wand'ring shade by his magnetick pow'r,
And leaves his silken Gnomon to decide
The question of the controverted houre;''
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Francis Quarles (1592-1644), British poet. I Am My Beloved's. . .
Oxford Book of Seventeenth Century Verse, The. H. J. C. Grierson and G. Bullough...
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Even like two little bank-dividing brooks,
That wash the pebbles with their wanton streams,
And having ranged and searched a thousand nooks,
Meet both at length in silver-breasted Thame...
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Francis Quarles (1592-1644), British poet. My Beloved Is Mine. . .
Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1918. Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. (Ne...
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