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... less , not shew it more . But He , whom longer Time had learn'd the Art T'endure Affliction , as a usual Touch , Strains forth his Words , and throws Dismay apart , To raise up her , whose Passions now were such As quite oppress'd her ...
... less , not shew it more . But He , whom longer Time had learn'd the Art T'endure Affliction , as a usual Touch , Strains forth his Words , and throws Dismay apart , To raise up her , whose Passions now were such As quite oppress'd her ...
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... from out thee go , And all the fools that crowd thee so , Even thou , who dost thy millions boast , A village less than Islington wilt grow , A solitude almost . H. Corbould . MILTON . C.Heath . " As yet COWLEY . 35 35.
... from out thee go , And all the fools that crowd thee so , Even thou , who dost thy millions boast , A village less than Islington wilt grow , A solitude almost . H. Corbould . MILTON . C.Heath . " As yet COWLEY . 35 35.
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... less In freedom equal : or can introduce Law and edict on us , who without law Err not ? much less for this to be our Lord , And look for adoration , to the abuse Of those imperial titles , which assert Our being ordain'd to govern ...
... less In freedom equal : or can introduce Law and edict on us , who without law Err not ? much less for this to be our Lord , And look for adoration , to the abuse Of those imperial titles , which assert Our being ordain'd to govern ...
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... less , bent rather to exalt Our happy state , under one head more near United . But to grant it thee unjust , That equal over equals monarch reign : Thyself , though great and glorious , dost thou count , Or all angelic nature join'd in ...
... less , bent rather to exalt Our happy state , under one head more near United . But to grant it thee unjust , That equal over equals monarch reign : Thyself , though great and glorious , dost thou count , Or all angelic nature join'd in ...
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... less for that , The flaming seraph , fearless , though alone , Encompass'd round with foes , thus answer'd bold . " O alienate from God , O spirit accursed , Forsaken of all good ; I see thy fall Determined , and thy hapless crew ...
... less for that , The flaming seraph , fearless , though alone , Encompass'd round with foes , thus answer'd bold . " O alienate from God , O spirit accursed , Forsaken of all good ; I see thy fall Determined , and thy hapless crew ...
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