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Of ruin indeed methought I heard the Oh it continues , they have slain my son . Chor . Thy son is rather slaying them , that outcry From slaughter of one foe could not ascend . Man . Some dismal accident it needs must be ; What shall we ...
Of ruin indeed methought I heard the Oh it continues , they have slain my son . Chor . Thy son is rather slaying them , that outcry From slaughter of one foe could not ascend . Man . Some dismal accident it needs must be ; What shall we ...
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I have oft heard My mother Circe with the Sirens three , Amidst the flow'ry - kirtled Naiades , Culling their potent herbs , and baleful drugs , 255 Who , as they sung , would take the prison'd soul , And lap it in Elysium ; Scylla wept ...
I have oft heard My mother Circe with the Sirens three , Amidst the flow'ry - kirtled Naiades , Culling their potent herbs , and baleful drugs , 255 Who , as they sung , would take the prison'd soul , And lap it in Elysium ; Scylla wept ...
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Depart all ye that work iniquity , Depart from me , for the voice of my weeping The Lord hath heard , the Lord hath heard my My supplication with acceptance fair [ prayer , The Lord will own , and have me in his keeping .
Depart all ye that work iniquity , Depart from me , for the voice of my weeping The Lord hath heard , the Lord hath heard my My supplication with acceptance fair [ prayer , The Lord will own , and have me in his keeping .
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