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Page 110
... hope never comes That comes to all , but torture without end Still urges , and a fiery deluge , fed With ever - burning sulphur unconsumed . Such place Eternal Justice had prepared For those rebellious ; here their prison ordained In ...
... hope never comes That comes to all , but torture without end Still urges , and a fiery deluge , fed With ever - burning sulphur unconsumed . Such place Eternal Justice had prepared For those rebellious ; here their prison ordained In ...
Page 166
... hope is a good hope . -Make ready Luke's best garments , of the best Buy for him more , and let us send him forth To - morrow , or the next day , or to - night : -If he could go , the Boy should go to - night . " Here Michael ceased ...
... hope is a good hope . -Make ready Luke's best garments , of the best Buy for him more , and let us send him forth To - morrow , or the next day , or to - night : -If he could go , the Boy should go to - night . " Here Michael ceased ...
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... hope . Thou waitest for the spark from heaven ! and we , Light half - believers of our casual creeds , Who never deeply felt , nor clearly willed , Whose insight never has borne fruit in deeds , Whose vague resolves never have been ...
... hope . Thou waitest for the spark from heaven ! and we , Light half - believers of our casual creeds , Who never deeply felt , nor clearly willed , Whose insight never has borne fruit in deeds , Whose vague resolves never have been ...
Contents
INTRODUCTION I | 1 |
INTRODUCTION TO NARRATIVE POETRY | 37 |
EDMUND SPENSER | 42 |
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