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And, thou Babel, when the tide Of thy pride 50 Now a flowing, growes to turning; Victor now, shall then be thrall, And shall fall To as low an ebbe of mourning.
The Poems of John Donne, Volume 1 (of 2): Edited from the Old Editions and Numerous Manuscripts
And, thou Babel, when the tide Of thy pride 50 Now a flowing, growes to turning; Victor now, shall then be thrall, And shall fall To as low an ebbe of mourning.