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A paraphrase upon the canticles

and some select hymns of the New and Old Testament, with other occasional compositions in English verse. By Samuel Woodford
Woodford, Samuel (1636-1700)
  
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Upon a Paraphrase of Salomon's Song, Done by his Worthy Friend, Dr. Samuel Woodford.
  
ODE. To his Honoured Friend Dr. Woodford, On his Excellent Paraphrase of SALOMON'S SONG.
  
To my dear Old Friend, the Reverend Dr. Samuel Woodford, On his Sacred Rimes.
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A PARAPHRASE ON THE Canticles, In English Rhythms.
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A PARAPHRASE UPON Some Select HYMNS OF THE New and Old TESTAMENT, With some other Occasional Compositions IN English RIMES.
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OCCASIONAL RIMES.
  
The Saying of CLEANTHES.
  
Upon a terrible Storm of Thunder, Wind, and Rain, 25 July 1670, done by Night in the midst of it.
  
The Nativity.
  
The STAR.
  
The PASSION.
  
EPIGRAM
  
An Extasie of Divine Love.
  
The Flight.
  
An Hymn and Prayer, To the Holy JESUS my Lord.
  
An HYMN for Vespers.
  
LENT.
  
The Song of the ANGELS,
  
Deo Opt. Max. S.
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ODE.
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Comiato.
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ODE.
  
Sonnet of the same.
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ODE.
  
BALLAD.
  
SONNET.
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ODE.
  
SONNET.
  
SONNET, To the same Purpose.
  
SONNET.
  
SONNET.
  
SONNET.
  
St. Paul done by Titian.
  
SONNET.
  
SONNET.
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ODE.
  
To the Honourable Sir JOHN DENHAM, upon his New Version of the Psalms.
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ODE.
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ODE.
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The Metamorphosis
  
ODE.
  
To Belisa.
  
To Clelia.
  
SOLITUDE.
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The Voyage.

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SONNET.

Loves Exaltation.

Enlarge Thy flight, Love, said I, and on high
Raise my dull Soul, those Beauties to admire,
Which in the Heav'nly Treasuries do lie,
And Mortal Brests with holy Flame inspire!
Shew me the Spring of that Celestial Fire,
Design'd our Earthy Dross to purifie,
But after which in vain below we' enquire,
Who sit down ith' warm Sun of a fair Eye!
So up he rais'd me, but no Tongue can tell,
What I in Rapturous Vision did behold:
My Love I found was Pure, and made me bold:
This only I remember very well,
So high we soar'd, till on an Arch above,
I saw inscrib'd, SACRED TO HEAVENLY LOVE.
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