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 And adds new labours to their Hell. And, shield me heav'n! what hollow sound, Like fate's dread knell, runs echoing round? The bell strikes one, that magic hour, When rising fiends exert their pow'r. And now, sure now, some cause unblest Breathes more...  The castle of Santa Fe, by [the] author of Jealousy; or, The dreadful ... - Страница 210 по Cleeve - 1805 Пълен достъп -
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