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I see thou art implacable , more deaf To prayers than winds and seas ; yet winds to seas Are reconciled at length , and sea to shore : Thy anger , unappeasable , still rages , Eternal tempest , never to be calm'd .
I see thou art implacable , more deaf To prayers than winds and seas ; yet winds to seas Are reconciled at length , and sea to shore : Thy anger , unappeasable , still rages , Eternal tempest , never to be calm'd .
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Fair days have oft contracted wind and rain . Cho . But this another kind of tempest brings . Sams . Be less abtruse ; my riddling days are past . Cho . Look now for no enchanting voice , nor fear The bait of honey'd words ; a rougher ...
Fair days have oft contracted wind and rain . Cho . But this another kind of tempest brings . Sams . Be less abtruse ; my riddling days are past . Cho . Look now for no enchanting voice , nor fear The bait of honey'd words ; a rougher ...
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He must not float upon his watery bier Unwept , and welter to the parching wind , Without the meed of some ... and both together heard What time the gray - fly winds her sultry horn , Battening our flocks with the fresh dews of night ...
He must not float upon his watery bier Unwept , and welter to the parching wind , Without the meed of some ... and both together heard What time the gray - fly winds her sultry horn , Battening our flocks with the fresh dews of night ...
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