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THE ARGUMENT SAMSON , made captive , blind , and now in the prison at Gaza , there to labor as in a common workhouse , on a festival day , in the general cessation from labor , comes forth into the open air , to a place nigh , somewhat ...
THE ARGUMENT SAMSON , made captive , blind , and now in the prison at Gaza , there to labor as in a common workhouse , on a festival day , in the general cessation from labor , comes forth into the open air , to a place nigh , somewhat ...
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Either of these is in thy lot , Samson , with might endued Above the sons of men ; but sight bereaved May chance to number thee with those Whom patience finally must crown . This idol's day hath been to thee no day of rest , Laboring ...
Either of these is in thy lot , Samson , with might endued Above the sons of men ; but sight bereaved May chance to number thee with those Whom patience finally must crown . This idol's day hath been to thee no day of rest , Laboring ...
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By Samson . Man . That still lessens The sorrow , and converts it nigh to joy . Mess . Ah ! Manoah , I refrain too suddenly To utter what will come at last too soon ; Lest evil tidings , with too rude irruption , Hitting thy aged ear ...
By Samson . Man . That still lessens The sorrow , and converts it nigh to joy . Mess . Ah ! Manoah , I refrain too suddenly To utter what will come at last too soon ; Lest evil tidings , with too rude irruption , Hitting thy aged ear ...
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