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... Blind Thamyris and blind Moonides , And Tiresias and Phineus , prophets old : Then feed on thoughts , that voluntary move Harmonious numbers ; as the wakeful bird Sing darkling , and in shadiest covert hid Tunes her nocturnal note .
... Blind Thamyris and blind Moonides , And Tiresias and Phineus , prophets old : Then feed on thoughts , that voluntary move Harmonious numbers ; as the wakeful bird Sing darkling , and in shadiest covert hid Tunes her nocturnal note .
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Page 287 - My only strength and stay : Forlorn of thee, Whither shall I betake me, where subsist ? While yet we live, scarce one short hour perhaps, Between us two let there be peace...
Page 266 - Thee I revisit safe, And feel thy sovran vital lamp ; but thou Revisit'st not these eyes, that roll in vain To find thy piercing ray, and find no dawn ; So thick a drop serene hath quenched their orbs, Or dim suffusion veiled.
Page 287 - Against God only, I against God and thee, And to the place of judgment will return, There with my cries importune Heaven, that all The sentence, from thy head removed, may light On me, sole cause to thee of all this woe,. Me, me only, just object of his ire!
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