...wreath of hair about mine arm t The myflery, the fign, you muft not touch, For 't is my outward foul, Viceroy to that which unto heav'n being gone, Will leave this to controHl, And keep thefe h'mb*, her provinces, from difiblution. For if the finewy thread my btain...

...both me and thee, T invent and practise this one way, t' annihilate all three. THE FUNERAL. WHOEVER comes to shroud me, do not harm Nor question much...; The mystery, the sign, you must not touch, .For t is my outward soul, Viceroy to that, which unto Hrav'n being gone, Will leave this to control, And...

...much That subtle wreath of hair about mine arm ; The mystery, the sign, you must not touch, For "t is my outward soul, Viceroy to that, which unto Heav'n being gone, Will leave this to control, And keep these limbs, her provinces, from dissolution. For if the sinewy thread my brain lets...

...wearing his late wife's hair about his arm, in a little poem which is called the Funeral : " Whoever comes to shroud me, do not harm Nor question much...mine arm ; The mystery, the sign you must not touch." The scholastic reason he gives quite dissolves the charm of tender and touching grace in the sentiment...

...the poet's wearing his lute wife's hair about his arm, in a little poem called the Funeral. " Whoever comes to shroud me, do not harm Nor question much...about mine arm, The mystery, the sign you must not touiij." Donne should have closed the potni here, and not have marred the mystery himself, by the meddling...

...going, and bidding go !" altogether an admirable and most interesting example of his style. " Whoever comes to shroud me, do not harm, Nor question much, That subtle wreath of hair which crowns my arm ; The mystery, the sign you must not touch, For 'tis my outward soul ; • Viceroy...

...has done. The piece is altogether an admirable and most interesting example of his style. " Whoever comes to shroud me, do not harm, Nor question much, That subtle wreath of hair which crowns my arm ; The mystery, the sign you must not touch, For 'tis my outward soul ; Viceroy...

...wearing his late wife's hair about his arm, in a little poem which is called the Funeral : " Whoever comes- to shroud me, do not harm Nor question much...mine arm ; The mystery, the sign you must not touch." The scholastic reason he gives quite dissolves the charm of tender and touching grace in the sentiment...

...about his arm, in a little poem which is called the Funeral : " Whoever comes to shroud me, do not bum Nor question much That subtle wreath of hair, about...mine arm; The mystery, the sign you must not touch." The scholastic reason he gives quite dissolves the charm of tender and touching grace in the sentiment...

...UM cirrumitanrr of bit kk lair wife's hair about hb arm, in a little poem which it call«J " Whoever comes to shroud me, do not harm Nor question much...mine arm ; The mystery, the sign you must not touch." The scholastic reason he gives quite dissolves the charm of tender and touching grace in the sentiment...