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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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VII.
  
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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135

SONNET.

Convertimento á Dio.

Io son sistanco sotto 'l, &c.

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Out of Italian of Mr. Fr. Petrarc. Sonnet 59.

Tir'd, and almost or'ecome with th' heavy weight,
Of my old Sins, by Custome grown so strong,
I'm fearful, lest Lifes way being rough and long,
I from it turn, by my own, or Foes deceit.
I have a Friend 'tis true, that from Heav'ns height,
Came down to free me, and redress my Wrong,
Of love he came, but quickly 'amidst the throng
I lost him, whose return in vain I wait;
Upwards he flew, and flying thus did cry,
“Burd'ned and weary Souls, behold your Way
“Hither, come hither to me, and find Rest!
What Grace, what Love, my Lord, what Destiny,
Will give me a Doves wings, on which I may
Mount from this Earth, and be of Heav'n possest?
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