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One is the son of Jove , of Mars the other ; Till conqueror death discovers them scarce men , Rolling in brutish vices , and deform'd , Violent or shameful death their due reward . But if there be in glory aught of good , It may by ...
One is the son of Jove , of Mars the other ; Till conqueror death discovers them scarce men , Rolling in brutish vices , and deform'd , Violent or shameful death their due reward . But if there be in glory aught of good , It may by ...
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O , all my hopes defeated To free him hence ! but death , who sets all free , Hath paid his ransom now , and full discharge . What windy joy this day had I conceived , Hopeful of his delivery , which now proves Abortive as the first ...
O , all my hopes defeated To free him hence ! but death , who sets all free , Hath paid his ransom now , and full discharge . What windy joy this day had I conceived , Hopeful of his delivery , which now proves Abortive as the first ...
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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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