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... Acknowledge them from God inflicted on me 1170 Justly , yet despair not of his
final pardon Whose ear is ever open , and his eye Gracious to re - admit the
suppliant : In confidence whereof I once again Defy thee to the trial of mortal fight
...
... Acknowledge them from God inflicted on me 1170 Justly , yet despair not of his
final pardon Whose ear is ever open , and his eye Gracious to re - admit the
suppliant : In confidence whereof I once again Defy thee to the trial of mortal fight
...
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When such music sweet Their hearts and ears did greet ; As never was by mortal
finger strook , 95 Divinely - warbled voice Answering the stringed noise , As all
their souis in blissful rapture took : The air , such pleasure loth to lose , With ...
When such music sweet Their hearts and ears did greet ; As never was by mortal
finger strook , 95 Divinely - warbled voice Answering the stringed noise , As all
their souis in blissful rapture took : The air , such pleasure loth to lose , With ...
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... till thou run out thy race , FLY Call on the lazy leaden - stepping hours , Whose
speed is but the heavy plummet's pace ; And glut thyself with what thy womb
devours , Which is no more than what is false and vain , 5 And merely mortal
dross ...
... till thou run out thy race , FLY Call on the lazy leaden - stepping hours , Whose
speed is but the heavy plummet's pace ; And glut thyself with what thy womb
devours , Which is no more than what is false and vain , 5 And merely mortal
dross ...
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65 70 Hath lock'd up mortal sense , then listen I To the celestial Syrens ' harmony
, That sit upon the nine infolded spheres , And sing to those that hold the vital
shears , And turn the adamantin spindle round , On which the fate of Gods and ...
65 70 Hath lock'd up mortal sense , then listen I To the celestial Syrens ' harmony
, That sit upon the nine infolded spheres , And sing to those that hold the vital
shears , And turn the adamantin spindle round , On which the fate of Gods and ...
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Fame is no plant that grows on mortal foil , Nor in the glistering foil Set off to th '
world , nor in broad rumor lies , But lives and spreads aloft by those pure eyes ,
And perfect witness of all - judging Jove ; As he pronounces lastly on each deed
...
Fame is no plant that grows on mortal foil , Nor in the glistering foil Set off to th '
world , nor in broad rumor lies , But lives and spreads aloft by those pure eyes ,
And perfect witness of all - judging Jove ; As he pronounces lastly on each deed
...
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