At The Round Earth’s Imagin’d Corners – Poem Critical Analysis
Opening of Poem At the round earths imagin’d corners, blowYour trumpets, Angells, and arise, ariseFrom death, you nuberlesse infinitesOf soules, an to your scattred bodies goe,All whom the flood did, all fire shal o’erthrow,All whom warre, dearth, age, argues, tyrannies,Despaire, law chances hath slaine, and you whose eyes,Shall behold God, and never tast deaths woe.But […]
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