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... rising on stiff The mid aereal fky . Others on ground 435 440 Walk'd firm ; the crested cock , whose clarion founds The filent hours ; and th ' other , whose gay train Adorns him , colour'd with the florid hue 445 Of rainbows and starry ...
... rising on stiff The mid aereal fky . Others on ground 435 440 Walk'd firm ; the crested cock , whose clarion founds The filent hours ; and th ' other , whose gay train Adorns him , colour'd with the florid hue 445 Of rainbows and starry ...
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... rise Wings growing , and dominion giv'n me large , Beyond this deep : whatever draws me on , Or fympathy , or fome connat'ral force , Pow'rful at greatest distance to unite , With fecret amity , things of like kind , By fecreteft ...
... rise Wings growing , and dominion giv'n me large , Beyond this deep : whatever draws me on , Or fympathy , or fome connat'ral force , Pow'rful at greatest distance to unite , With fecret amity , things of like kind , By fecreteft ...
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... fir Pretenders to fupernatural purity , & c . I 1 Idolatry , the original rise of it assign'd Of the poft - diluvian world . Jeabufy , the lover's bell I 364 12 115 5 449 Book Line Immortality of the foul difcufs'd 10 782 4 Immor- INDE X.
... fir Pretenders to fupernatural purity , & c . I 1 Idolatry , the original rise of it assign'd Of the poft - diluvian world . Jeabufy , the lover's bell I 364 12 115 5 449 Book Line Immortality of the foul difcufs'd 10 782 4 Immor- INDE X.
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