The anatomie of the world : the first anniversary / compiled by Ian Lancashire
| dc.contributor | Lancashire, Ian D of English U of Toronto |
| dc.contributor.author | Donne, John, 1572-1631 |
| dc.date.accessioned | 2018-07-27 |
| dc.date.accessioned | 2022-08-19T14:24:25Z |
| dc.date.available | 2022-08-19T14:24:25Z |
| dc.date.created | 1611 |
| dc.date.issued | 1986-11-20 |
| dc.identifier | ota:1029 |
| dc.identifier.uri | http://hdl.handle.net/20.500.14106/1029 |
| dc.description.abstract | In English Title from University of Oxford Text Archive records |
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| dc.language | English |
| dc.language.iso | eng |
| dc.publisher | University of Oxford |
| dc.relation.ispartof | Oxford Text Archive Core Collection |
| dc.rights.label | PUB |
| dc.subject.lcsh | Poems -- England -- 17th century |
| dc.subject.other | Poems |
| dc.title | The anatomie of the world : the first anniversary / compiled by Ian Lancashire |
| dc.type | Text |
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| branding | Oxford Text Archive |
| branding | Oxford Text Archive |
| files.size | 44278 |
| files.count | 1 |
| otaterms.date.range | 1600-1699 |
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<TI An Anatomie of the World: The First Anniversary> <CO Wherein, by Occasion of the Untimely Death of <CO Mistress Elizabeth Drury, the Frailty and > <CO The Decay of This Whole World <CO Is Represented> When that rich Soule which to her heaven is gone, Whom all do celebrate, why know they have one, (For who is sure he hath a Soule, unlesse It see, and judge, and follow worthinesse, And by deeds praise it? hee who doth not this, May lodge an inmate soule, but 'tis not his.) When that Queene ended here her progresse time, And, as t'her standing house to heaven did climbe, Where loath to make the Saints attend her long, She's now a part both of the Quire, and Song, This World, in that great earthquake languished; For in a common bath of teares it bled, Which drew the strongest vitall spirits out: But succour'd then with a perplexed doubt, Whether the wor6d did lose, or gaine in this, (Because since now no other way there is, But goodnesse, to see her, whom all would see, All must endea . . .
