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... rise , Stain all my soul , and wanton in my eyes . I waste the Matin lamp in sighs for thee , Thy image steals ... rising soul , One thought of thee puts all the pomp to flight , Priests , tapers , temples , swim before my sight : In ...
... rise , Stain all my soul , and wanton in my eyes . I waste the Matin lamp in sighs for thee , Thy image steals ... rising soul , One thought of thee puts all the pomp to flight , Priests , tapers , temples , swim before my sight : In ...
Page 202
... rise , The shapeless rock , or hanging precipice . Great Wits sometimes may gloriously offend , And rise to faults true Critics dare not mend . But tho ' the Ancients thus their rules invade , ( As Kings dispense with laws themselves ...
... rise , The shapeless rock , or hanging precipice . Great Wits sometimes may gloriously offend , And rise to faults true Critics dare not mend . But tho ' the Ancients thus their rules invade , ( As Kings dispense with laws themselves ...
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... three - times - three , And last the dance ; -till I retire : 2790 2800 Dumb is that tower which spake so loud , And high in heaven the streaming cloud , And on the downs a rising fire : And rise , O moon , from yonder down , IN MEMORIAM ...
... three - times - three , And last the dance ; -till I retire : 2790 2800 Dumb is that tower which spake so loud , And high in heaven the streaming cloud , And on the downs a rising fire : And rise , O moon , from yonder down , IN MEMORIAM ...
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