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Drayton But that revenge ' And since you deadly hate me , let me live ; Yea this advantage angry heaven hath left , Which , except life , hath ta'en what it did give : should not from you be reft , Me yet with greater misery to grieve ...
Drayton But that revenge ' And since you deadly hate me , let me live ; Yea this advantage angry heaven hath left , Which , except life , hath ta'en what it did give : should not from you be reft , Me yet with greater misery to grieve ...
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... Which with a yielding latch , and with no more , Hath barred him from the blessed thing he sought . So from himself impiety hath wrought , That for his prey to pray he doth begin , As if the heavens should countenance his sin .
... Which with a yielding latch , and with no more , Hath barred him from the blessed thing he sought . So from himself impiety hath wrought , That for his prey to pray he doth begin , As if the heavens should countenance his sin .
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Coleridge He went like one that hath been stunned , And is of sense forlorn : A sadder and a wiser man , He rose the morrow morn . ROBERT SOUTHEY [ SLAYING THE SNAKE GOD ] from MADOCIN AZTLAN On they went Toward the dell , where now the ...
Coleridge He went like one that hath been stunned , And is of sense forlorn : A sadder and a wiser man , He rose the morrow morn . ROBERT SOUTHEY [ SLAYING THE SNAKE GOD ] from MADOCIN AZTLAN On they went Toward the dell , where now the ...
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