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... King ) shall rise A Son , the Womans Seed to thee foretold , Foretold to Abraham , as in whom shall trust All Nations , and to Kings foretold , of Kings The last , for of his Reign shall be no end . But first a long succession must ...
... King ) shall rise A Son , the Womans Seed to thee foretold , Foretold to Abraham , as in whom shall trust All Nations , and to Kings foretold , of Kings The last , for of his Reign shall be no end . But first a long succession must ...
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... Kings . And what in me seems wanting , but that I May also in this poverty as soon Accomplish what they did ... King ; Which every wise and vertuous man attains : And who attains not , ill aspires to rule Cities of men , or head ...
... Kings . And what in me seems wanting , but that I May also in this poverty as soon Accomplish what they did ... King ; Which every wise and vertuous man attains : And who attains not , ill aspires to rule Cities of men , or head ...
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... king , a king of great might . The sea saw it , and humbly , coiled up in its roaring waters , gave strength to the fugitive , and the holy Jordan was flung violently back towards its silvery fountains . The giant mountains tossed ...
... king , a king of great might . The sea saw it , and humbly , coiled up in its roaring waters , gave strength to the fugitive , and the holy Jordan was flung violently back towards its silvery fountains . The giant mountains tossed ...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEMS | 1 |
THE FIFTH ODE OF HORACE LIB I | 82 |
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