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Thou Spirit , who led'st this glorious eremite Into the desert , his victorious field , Against the spiritual foe , and brought'st him thence By proof the undoubted Son of God , inspire , As thou art wont , my prompted song , else mute ...
Thou Spirit , who led'st this glorious eremite Into the desert , his victorious field , Against the spiritual foe , and brought'st him thence By proof the undoubted Son of God , inspire , As thou art wont , my prompted song , else mute ...
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The first Scene discovers a wild wood . attendant Spirit descends or enters . EFORE the starry threshold of Jove's The court My mansion is , where those immortal shapes Of bright aerial spirits live insphered In regions mild of calm and ...
The first Scene discovers a wild wood . attendant Spirit descends or enters . EFORE the starry threshold of Jove's The court My mansion is , where those immortal shapes Of bright aerial spirits live insphered In regions mild of calm and ...
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... of our foundation ; I must not suffer this ; yet ' tis but the lees And settlings of a melancholy blood : But this will cure all straight ; one sip of this Will bathe the drooping spirits in delight , Beyond the bliss of dreams .
... of our foundation ; I must not suffer this ; yet ' tis but the lees And settlings of a melancholy blood : But this will cure all straight ; one sip of this Will bathe the drooping spirits in delight , Beyond the bliss of dreams .
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