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Page 238
... death for death . Say Heavenly Powers , where shall we find such love ? Which of ye will be mortal to redeem Man's mortal crime , and just the unjust to save ? Dwells in all Heaven charity so dear ? " 210 215 He asked , but all the ...
... death for death . Say Heavenly Powers , where shall we find such love ? Which of ye will be mortal to redeem Man's mortal crime , and just the unjust to save ? Dwells in all Heaven charity so dear ? " 210 215 He asked , but all the ...
Page 397
... death or aught than death more dread Shall separate us , linked in love so dear , To undergo with me one guilt , one crime , If any be , of tasting this fair fruit , Whose virtue ( for of good still good proceeds , Direct , or by ...
... death or aught than death more dread Shall separate us , linked in love so dear , To undergo with me one guilt , one crime , If any be , of tasting this fair fruit , Whose virtue ( for of good still good proceeds , Direct , or by ...
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... death , as utmost end Of misery , so thinking to evade The penalty pronounced , doubt not but God Hath wiselier armed his vengeful ire than so To be forestalled ; much more I fear lest death So snatched will not exempt us from the pain ...
... death , as utmost end Of misery , so thinking to evade The penalty pronounced , doubt not but God Hath wiselier armed his vengeful ire than so To be forestalled ; much more I fear lest death So snatched will not exempt us from the pain ...
Contents
Preface | v |
A Paraphrase on Psalm 114 | 1 |
On the Death of a Fair Infant Anno Ætatis | 7 |
Copyright | |
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