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What fury , O son , Possesses thee to bend that mortal dart 730 Against thy father's head ? and know'st for whom ; For Him who sits above and laughs the while At thee ordained his drudge , to execute What e'er his wrath , which He calls ...
What fury , O son , Possesses thee to bend that mortal dart 730 Against thy father's head ? and know'st for whom ; For Him who sits above and laughs the while At thee ordained his drudge , to execute What e'er his wrath , which He calls ...
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... or a father , dead ; 03 The whisper , that to greatness still too near , Perhaps yet vibrates on his sovereign's ear Welcome for thee , fair virtue ! all the past : For thee , fair virtue ! welcome ev'n the last !
... or a father , dead ; 03 The whisper , that to greatness still too near , Perhaps yet vibrates on his sovereign's ear Welcome for thee , fair virtue ! all the past : For thee , fair virtue ! welcome ev'n the last !
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The Chimney Sweeper When my mother died I was very young , And my father sold me while yet my tongue Could scarcely cry weep ! ' weep ! ' weep ! ' weep ! ' So your chimneys I sweep , & in soot I sleep . sweep There's little Tom Dacre ...
The Chimney Sweeper When my mother died I was very young , And my father sold me while yet my tongue Could scarcely cry weep ! ' weep ! ' weep ! ' weep ! ' So your chimneys I sweep , & in soot I sleep . sweep There's little Tom Dacre ...
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angels arms bear beauty breath bring cause cloud dark dead dear death deep delight doth dream earth eyes face fair fall father fear feel field fire flowers force gentle give grace green hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hell holy hope hour King Lady leave less light live look Lord lost mind move nature never night o'er once pain passed rest round seemed sense side sight sing sleep song soon soul sound spirit stand stars stood strength sweet tears tell thee things thou thought Till tree turned unto voice wind wings woods