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And Hecatompylos her hundred gates ; There Susa by Choaspes ' amber stream , The drink of none but kings ; of later fame , Built by Emathian or by Parthian hands , The great Seleucia , Nisibis , and there Artaxata , Teredon , Ctesiphon ...
And Hecatompylos her hundred gates ; There Susa by Choaspes ' amber stream , The drink of none but kings ; of later fame , Built by Emathian or by Parthian hands , The great Seleucia , Nisibis , and there Artaxata , Teredon , Ctesiphon ...
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If given , by whom but by the King of kings , God over all supreme ? If given to thee , By thee how fairly is the Giver now Repaid ! But gratitude in thee is lost Long since . Wert thou so void of fear or shame , As offer them to me ...
If given , by whom but by the King of kings , God over all supreme ? If given to thee , By thee how fairly is the Giver now Repaid ! But gratitude in thee is lost Long since . Wert thou so void of fear or shame , As offer them to me ...
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But full soon they did devour The tawny king with all his power ; For his , & c . His chosen people he did bless In the wasteful wilderness ; For his , & c . In bloody battle he brought down . Kings of prowess and renown ; For his ...
But full soon they did devour The tawny king with all his power ; For his , & c . His chosen people he did bless In the wasteful wilderness ; For his , & c . In bloody battle he brought down . Kings of prowess and renown ; For his ...
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