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[ fear Chor . Look now for no inchanting voice , nor The bait of honied words ; a rougher tongue 1066 Draws hitherward , I know him by his stride , The giant Harapha of Gath , his look Haughty as is his pile high - built and proud .
[ fear Chor . Look now for no inchanting voice , nor The bait of honied words ; a rougher tongue 1066 Draws hitherward , I know him by his stride , The giant Harapha of Gath , his look Haughty as is his pile high - built and proud .
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Of night , or loneliness , it racks me not ; I fear the dread events that dog them both , Lest some ill - greeting touch attempt the person Of our unowned Sister . 1 BR . I do not , Brother , Infer , as if I thought my Sister's state ...
Of night , or loneliness , it racks me not ; I fear the dread events that dog them both , Lest some ill - greeting touch attempt the person Of our unowned Sister . 1 BR . I do not , Brother , Infer , as if I thought my Sister's state ...
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Aye me unhappy ! then my fears are true . 1 Br . What fears , good Thyrsis ? Prithee briefly show . SPIR . I'll tell ye ; ' tis not vain or fabulous , Though so esteem'd by shallow ignorance , What the sage poets , taught by th ...
Aye me unhappy ! then my fears are true . 1 Br . What fears , good Thyrsis ? Prithee briefly show . SPIR . I'll tell ye ; ' tis not vain or fabulous , Though so esteem'd by shallow ignorance , What the sage poets , taught by th ...
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