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But this thy glory shall be soon retrench'd ; No more shalt thou , by oracling , abuse The Gentiles ; henceforth oracles are ceased , And thou no more , with pomp and sacrifice , VOL . 11. - C Shalt be inquired at Delphos , or elsewhere ...
But this thy glory shall be soon retrench'd ; No more shalt thou , by oracling , abuse The Gentiles ; henceforth oracles are ceased , And thou no more , with pomp and sacrifice , VOL . 11. - C Shalt be inquired at Delphos , or elsewhere ...
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Shalt be inquired at Delphos , or elsewhere ; At least in vain , for they shalt find thee mute . God hath now sent his living oracle Into the world to teach his final will ; And sends his Spirit of truth henceforth to dwell In pious ...
Shalt be inquired at Delphos , or elsewhere ; At least in vain , for they shalt find thee mute . God hath now sent his living oracle Into the world to teach his final will ; And sends his Spirit of truth henceforth to dwell In pious ...
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... Choose which thou wilt , by conquest or by league : By him thou shalt regain , without him not , That which alone can truly reinstall thee In David's royal seat , his true successor , Deliverance of thy brethren , those ten tribes ...
... Choose which thou wilt , by conquest or by league : By him thou shalt regain , without him not , That which alone can truly reinstall thee In David's royal seat , his true successor , Deliverance of thy brethren , those ten tribes ...
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