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Next, when I cast mine eyes and see That brave vibration each way free, O how that glittering taketh me!

Robert Herrick

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Robert Herrick
Age: 83 †
Born: 1591
Born: August 24
Died: 1674
Died: October 12
Poet
Writer
London
England
Eyes
Vibration
Free
Vibrations
Eye
Cast
Next
Casts
Way
Brave
Mines
Mine
Beauty
Glittering

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