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Fair honor that thou dost thy God , in trusting He will accept thee to defend his cause , A murderer , a revolter , and a robber ! Sams . Tongue - doughty giant , how dost thou 128 AGONISTES . SAMSON.
Fair honor that thou dost thy God , in trusting He will accept thee to defend his cause , A murderer , a revolter , and a robber ! Sams . Tongue - doughty giant , how dost thou 128 AGONISTES . SAMSON.
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Stay , gentle swains , for , though in this disguise , I see bright honor sparkle through your eyes ; Of famous Arcady ye are , and sprung Of that renowned flood , so often sung , Divine Alpheus , who , by secret sluice , Stole under ...
Stay , gentle swains , for , though in this disguise , I see bright honor sparkle through your eyes ; Of famous Arcady ye are , and sprung Of that renowned flood , so often sung , Divine Alpheus , who , by secret sluice , Stole under ...
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Thou honor'st verse , and verse must lend her wing To honor thee , the priest of Phoebus ' quire , That tunest their happiest lines in hymn or story . Dante shall give Fame leave to set thee higher Than his Casella , whom he woo'd to ...
Thou honor'st verse , and verse must lend her wing To honor thee , the priest of Phoebus ' quire , That tunest their happiest lines in hymn or story . Dante shall give Fame leave to set thee higher Than his Casella , whom he woo'd to ...
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