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... hath equalled , force hath made supreme Above his equals . Farewell happy fields Where joy for ever dwells : Hail horrors , hail Infernal world , and thou profoundest Hell Receive thy new possessor : one who brings A mind not to be ...
... hath equalled , force hath made supreme Above his equals . Farewell happy fields Where joy for ever dwells : Hail horrors , hail Infernal world , and thou profoundest Hell Receive thy new possessor : one who brings A mind not to be ...
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... hath bestowed Worlds , and on whom hath all these graces poured ; That both in him and all things , as is meet , The Universal Maker we may praise ; Who justly hath driven out his rebel foes To deepest Hell , and to repair that loss ...
... hath bestowed Worlds , and on whom hath all these graces poured ; That both in him and all things , as is meet , The Universal Maker we may praise ; Who justly hath driven out his rebel foes To deepest Hell , and to repair that loss ...
Page 484
... hath been thy craft , By mixing somewhat true to vent more lies . But what have been thy answers ? what but dark , Ambiguous , and with double sense deluding , Which they who asked have seldom understood , And not well understood , as ...
... hath been thy craft , By mixing somewhat true to vent more lies . But what have been thy answers ? what but dark , Ambiguous , and with double sense deluding , Which they who asked have seldom understood , And not well understood , as ...
Contents
Preface | v |
A Paraphrase on Psalm 114 | 1 |
On the Death of a Fair Infant Anno Ætatis | 7 |
Copyright | |
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