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... soon Would highth recal high thoughts , how soon unsay What feign'd submission swore : ease would recant Vows made in pain , as violent and void . For never can true reconcilement grow Where wounds of deadly hate have peirc'd so deep ...
... soon Would highth recal high thoughts , how soon unsay What feign'd submission swore : ease would recant Vows made in pain , as violent and void . For never can true reconcilement grow Where wounds of deadly hate have peirc'd so deep ...
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... Soon banded ; others from the dawning Hills 520 Lookd round , and Scouts each Coast light - armed scoure , Each quarter , to descrie the distant foe , Where lodg'd , or whither fled , or if for fight , In motion or in alt : him soon ...
... Soon banded ; others from the dawning Hills 520 Lookd round , and Scouts each Coast light - armed scoure , Each quarter , to descrie the distant foe , Where lodg'd , or whither fled , or if for fight , In motion or in alt : him soon ...
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... soon our joy is turn'd Into perplexity and new amaze : For whither is he gone , what accident Hath rapt him from us ? will he now retire After appearance , and again prolong Our expectation ? God of Israel , Send thy Messiah forth , the ...
... soon our joy is turn'd Into perplexity and new amaze : For whither is he gone , what accident Hath rapt him from us ? will he now retire After appearance , and again prolong Our expectation ? God of Israel , Send thy Messiah forth , the ...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEMS | 1 |
THE FIFTH ODE OF HORACE LIB I | 82 |
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