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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO HIS SAVIOUR, by ROBERT HERRICK Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Lord, I confesse, that thou alone art able Last Line: Yet if thy bloud not wash me, there's no hope. Subject(s): Jesus Christ | |||
Lord, I confesse, that Thou alone art able To purifie this my Augean stable: Be the Seas water, and the Land all Sope, Yet if Thy Bloud not wash me, there's no hope. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GREEN CHRIST by ANDREW HUDGINS MEDITATION ON SAVIORS by ROBINSON JEFFERS COMPANIONSHIP by MALTBIE DAVENPORT BABCOCK TO A WREN ON CALVARY by LARRY LEVIS THE TRANSFIGURATION by EDWIN MUIR SOUNDS OF THE RESURRECTED DEAD MAN'S FOOTSTEPS (#3): 1. BEAST, PEACH.. by MARVIN BELL A CHRISTMAS CAROL, SUNG TO THE KING IN THE PRESENCE AT WHITEHALL by ROBERT HERRICK A MEDITATION FOR HIS MISTRESS by ROBERT HERRICK A TERNARIE OF LITTLES, UPON A PIPKIN OF JELLIE by ROBERT HERRICK |
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