Pietro Reggio

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Arise, ye subterranean Winds

The Dissembler: Unhurt, Untouch’d

Then like some wealthy Island ("The Injoyment")

'Tis a strange kind of Igno'rance ("Her Unbelief")

By Heav'n I'll tell her boldly ("The Discovery")

I thought, I'll swear ("The Encrease")

Though all thy gestures ("The Innocent Ill")

Now by my Love ("The Dyet of Crowley")

Unhurt, untoucht ("The Dissembler")

'Tis well, 'tis well, with them ("All-over, Love")