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... darkness can thy mighty hand Or wondrous acts be known , Thy justice in the gloomy land Of dark oblivion ? 13 But I to thee O Lord do cry E're yet my life be spent , And up to thee my praier doth hie Each morn , and thee prevent . 14 ...
... darkness can thy mighty hand Or wondrous acts be known , Thy justice in the gloomy land Of dark oblivion ? 13 But I to thee O Lord do cry E're yet my life be spent , And up to thee my praier doth hie Each morn , and thee prevent . 14 ...
Page 224
... dark assaults his eare With loudest vehemence : thither he plyes , Undaunted to meet there what ever power Or Spirit of the nethermost Abyss 940 950 Might in that noise reside , of whom to ask Which way the neerest coast of darkness ...
... dark assaults his eare With loudest vehemence : thither he plyes , Undaunted to meet there what ever power Or Spirit of the nethermost Abyss 940 950 Might in that noise reside , of whom to ask Which way the neerest coast of darkness ...
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... dark and deep , Won from the void and formless infinite . Thee I re - visit now with bolder wing , Escap't the Stygian Pool , though long detain'd In that obscure sojourn , while in my flight Through utter and through middle darkness ...
... dark and deep , Won from the void and formless infinite . Thee I re - visit now with bolder wing , Escap't the Stygian Pool , though long detain'd In that obscure sojourn , while in my flight Through utter and through middle darkness ...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEMS | 1 |
THE FIFTH ODE OF HORACE LIB I | 82 |
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