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... fire and horror shot with equal rage Among his Angels ; and his Throne it self Mixt with Tartarean Sulphur , and strange fire , His own invented Torments . But perhaps The way seems difficult and steep to scale With upright wing against ...
... fire and horror shot with equal rage Among his Angels ; and his Throne it self Mixt with Tartarean Sulphur , and strange fire , His own invented Torments . But perhaps The way seems difficult and steep to scale With upright wing against ...
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... fire inflame with rage . Farr off from these a slow and silent stream , Lethe the River of Oblivion roules Her ... Fire . Thither by harpy - footed Furies hail'd , At certain revolutions all the damn'd Are brought and feel by turns the ...
... fire inflame with rage . Farr off from these a slow and silent stream , Lethe the River of Oblivion roules Her ... Fire . Thither by harpy - footed Furies hail'd , At certain revolutions all the damn'd Are brought and feel by turns the ...
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John Milton Henry Charles Beeching. From Beds of raging Fire to starve in Ice Thir soft Ethereal warmth , and there to pine Immovable , infixt , and frozen round , Periods of time , thence hurried back to fire . They ferry over this ...
John Milton Henry Charles Beeching. From Beds of raging Fire to starve in Ice Thir soft Ethereal warmth , and there to pine Immovable , infixt , and frozen round , Periods of time , thence hurried back to fire . They ferry over this ...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEMS | 1 |
THE FIFTH ODE OF HORACE LIB I | 82 |
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