The Course of Time: A Poem, in Ten BooksC. Wells, 1839 - Всего страниц: 248 |
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... thousand forms she took , A thousand garbs she wore ; in every age And clime changing , as in her votaries changed Desire : but , inwardly , the same in all . Her most essential lineaments we trace ; Her general features every here ...
... thousand forms she took , A thousand garbs she wore ; in every age And clime changing , as in her votaries changed Desire : but , inwardly , the same in all . Her most essential lineaments we trace ; Her general features every here ...
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... thousand years seem as a day ; A day a thousand years to misery . Satan is loose , and Violence is heard , And Riot in the street , and Revelry Intoxicate , and Murder and Revenge . Put on your armour now , ye righteous ! put The helmet ...
... thousand years seem as a day ; A day a thousand years to misery . Satan is loose , and Violence is heard , And Riot in the street , and Revelry Intoxicate , and Murder and Revenge . Put on your armour now , ye righteous ! put The helmet ...
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... thousand times ten thousand years ; But for a whole eternity ! though fit , And pleasant to the righteous , yet to all Strange 218 THE COURSE OF TIME.
... thousand times ten thousand years ; But for a whole eternity ! though fit , And pleasant to the righteous , yet to all Strange 218 THE COURSE OF TIME.
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