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... least all I cannot die , Least that pure breath of Life , the Spirit of Man Which God inspir'd , cannot together perish With this corporeal Clod ; then in the Grave , Or in some other dismal place , who knows But I shall die a living ...
... least all I cannot die , Least that pure breath of Life , the Spirit of Man Which God inspir'd , cannot together perish With this corporeal Clod ; then in the Grave , Or in some other dismal place , who knows But I shall die a living ...
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... Least therefore his now bolder hand Reach also of the Tree of Life , and eat , And live for ever , dream at least to live For ever , to remove him I decree , And send him from the Garden forth to Till The Ground whence he was taken ...
... Least therefore his now bolder hand Reach also of the Tree of Life , and eat , And live for ever , dream at least to live For ever , to remove him I decree , And send him from the Garden forth to Till The Ground whence he was taken ...
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... least they faint At the sad Sentence rigorously urg'd , For I behold them soft'nd and with tears Bewailing thir excess , all terror hide . If patiently thy bidding they obey , Dismiss them not disconsolate ; reveale To Adam what shall ...
... least they faint At the sad Sentence rigorously urg'd , For I behold them soft'nd and with tears Bewailing thir excess , all terror hide . If patiently thy bidding they obey , Dismiss them not disconsolate ; reveale To Adam what shall ...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEMS | 1 |
THE FIFTH ODE OF HORACE LIB I | 82 |
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