The Works of the British Poets, Том 5John & Arthur Arch; and for Bell & Bradfute, and J. Mundell & Company Edinburgh., 1795 - 1157 страници |
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... hope never comes That comes to all ; but torture without end Still urges , and a fiery deluge , fed With ever - burning fulphur unconfum'd : Such place eternal Juftice had prepar'd For thofe rebellious , here their prison ordain'd In ...
... hope never comes That comes to all ; but torture without end Still urges , and a fiery deluge , fed With ever - burning fulphur unconfum'd : Such place eternal Juftice had prepar'd For thofe rebellious , here their prison ordain'd In ...
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... hope , If not what refolution from defpair . Thus Satan , talking to his nearest mate , With head up - lift above the wave , and eyes That fparkling blaz'd , his other parts befides Prone on the flood , extended long and large , Lay ...
... hope , If not what refolution from defpair . Thus Satan , talking to his nearest mate , With head up - lift above the wave , and eyes That fparkling blaz'd , his other parts befides Prone on the flood , extended long and large , Lay ...
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... hope , afpires Beyond thus high , infatiate to purfue Vain war with heav'n , and , by fuccefs untaught , His proud imaginations thus difplay'd , Pow'rs and dominions , deities of Heav'n , For fince no deep within her gulph can hold ...
... hope , afpires Beyond thus high , infatiate to purfue Vain war with heav'n , and , by fuccefs untaught , His proud imaginations thus difplay'd , Pow'rs and dominions , deities of Heav'n , For fince no deep within her gulph can hold ...
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... hope of end , The vaffals of his anger , when the fcourge Inexorably , and the torturing hour Calls us to penance ? More defroy'd than thus , We fhould be quite abolish'd , and expire . What fear we then ? what doubt we to incenfe His ...
... hope of end , The vaffals of his anger , when the fcourge Inexorably , and the torturing hour Calls us to penance ? More defroy'd than thus , We fhould be quite abolish'd , and expire . What fear we then ? what doubt we to incenfe His ...
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... hope , when everlasting fate fhall yield To fickle chance , and Chaos judge the ftrife : The former vain to hope , argues as vain The latter : for what place can be for us Within heav'n's bound , unless heav'n's Lord fu- We overpow'r ...
... hope , when everlasting fate fhall yield To fickle chance , and Chaos judge the ftrife : The former vain to hope , argues as vain The latter : for what place can be for us Within heav'n's bound , unless heav'n's Lord fu- We overpow'r ...
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