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[Transcriptions are not provided for noncanonical poems, elegies on Donne by other authors, or prose compositions] |
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Elegie on the L.C. |
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Sorrow, that to this house scarce knew the way, |
Is, Oh, heir of it, our All is his Pay. |
This strange chance claims strange wonder, and to us |
Nothing can be so strange, as to weep thus.
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[CW: 'Tis] |
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