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... calm , contemplative , Little suspicious to any king ; but now Full grown to man , acknowledged , as I hear , By John the Baptist , and in public shown , Son own'd from heaven by his Father's voice , I look'd for some great change ...
... calm , contemplative , Little suspicious to any king ; but now Full grown to man , acknowledged , as I hear , By John the Baptist , and in public shown , Son own'd from heaven by his Father's voice , I look'd for some great change ...
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But to a kingdom thou art born , ordain'd To sit upon thy father David's throne , By mother's side thy father ; though thy right Be now in powerful hands , that will not part Easily from possession won with arms : Judea now , and all ...
But to a kingdom thou art born , ordain'd To sit upon thy father David's throne , By mother's side thy father ; though thy right Be now in powerful hands , that will not part Easily from possession won with arms : Judea now , and all ...
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... And lamentation to the sons of Caphtor Through all Philistian bounds ; to Israel Honor hath left , and freedom , let but them Find courage to lay hold on this occasion ; To himself and father's house eternal fame ; And , which is ...
... And lamentation to the sons of Caphtor Through all Philistian bounds ; to Israel Honor hath left , and freedom , let but them Find courage to lay hold on this occasion ; To himself and father's house eternal fame ; And , which is ...
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