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Where the rude axe , with heavéd stroke , Was never heard the nymphs to daunt ,
Or fright them from their hallowed haunt . There in close covert by some brook ,
Where no profaner eye may look , Hide me from day's garish eye , While the bee
...
Where the rude axe , with heavéd stroke , Was never heard the nymphs to daunt ,
Or fright them from their hallowed haunt . There in close covert by some brook ,
Where no profaner eye may look , Hide me from day's garish eye , While the bee
...
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... doleful shades , where peace And rest can never dwell , hope never comes
That comes to all ; but torture without end Still urges , and a fiery deluge , fed With
ever - burning sulphur unconsumed : Such place Eternal Justice had prepared ...
... doleful shades , where peace And rest can never dwell , hope never comes
That comes to all ; but torture without end Still urges , and a fiery deluge , fed With
ever - burning sulphur unconsumed : Such place Eternal Justice had prepared ...
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That glory never shall his wrath or might Extort from me . To bow and sue for
grace With suppliant knee , and deify his power Who from the terror of this arm so
late Doubted his empire , that were low indeed ; That were an ignominy and
shame ...
That glory never shall his wrath or might Extort from me . To bow and sue for
grace With suppliant knee , and deify his power Who from the terror of this arm so
late Doubted his empire , that were low indeed ; That were an ignominy and
shame ...
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