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They creep , yet see ; I , dark in light , exposed To daily fraud , contempt , abuse , and wrong , Within doors , or without , still as a fool , In power of others , never in my own ; Scarce half I seem to live , dead more than half .
They creep , yet see ; I , dark in light , exposed To daily fraud , contempt , abuse , and wrong , Within doors , or without , still as a fool , In power of others , never in my own ; Scarce half I seem to live , dead more than half .
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Hail , goddess of nocturnal sport , Dark - veil'd Cotytto ! to whom the secret flame Of midnight torches ... That ne'er art call'd but when the dragon womb Of Stygian darkness spits her thickest gloom , And makes one blot of all the air ...
Hail , goddess of nocturnal sport , Dark - veil'd Cotytto ! to whom the secret flame Of midnight torches ... That ne'er art call'd but when the dragon womb Of Stygian darkness spits her thickest gloom , And makes one blot of all the air ...
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HENCE , lothed Melancholy , Of Cerberus and blackest midnight born , In Stygian cave forlorn , adi ' Mong horrid shapes , and shrieks , and sights unholy ; Find out some uncouth cell , Where brooding Darkness spreads his jealous wings ...
HENCE , lothed Melancholy , Of Cerberus and blackest midnight born , In Stygian cave forlorn , adi ' Mong horrid shapes , and shrieks , and sights unholy ; Find out some uncouth cell , Where brooding Darkness spreads his jealous wings ...
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