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Here rather let me drudge , and earn my bread , Till vermin , or the draff of servile food , Consume me , and oft - invocated death Hasten the welcome end of all my pains . Man . Wilt thou then serve the Philistines with that gift Which ...
Here rather let me drudge , and earn my bread , Till vermin , or the draff of servile food , Consume me , and oft - invocated death Hasten the welcome end of all my pains . Man . Wilt thou then serve the Philistines with that gift Which ...
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For we , by rightful doom remediless , Were lost in death , till he , that dwelt above , High - throned in secret bliss , for us frail dust Emptied his glory , even to nakedness ; And that great covenant , which we still transgress ...
For we , by rightful doom remediless , Were lost in death , till he , that dwelt above , High - throned in secret bliss , for us frail dust Emptied his glory , even to nakedness ; And that great covenant , which we still transgress ...
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14 As when an aged wood takes fire Which on a sudden strays , The greedy flame runs higher and higher , Till all the mountains blaze ; 15 So with thy whirlwind them pursue , And with thy tempest chase ; 16 And , till they yield thee ...
14 As when an aged wood takes fire Which on a sudden strays , The greedy flame runs higher and higher , Till all the mountains blaze ; 15 So with thy whirlwind them pursue , And with thy tempest chase ; 16 And , till they yield thee ...
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