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... deep , And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by . Brak . Had you such leisure in the time of death To gaze upon those secrets of the deep ? Clar . Methought I had ; and often did I strive To yield the ghost ; but still the ...
... deep , And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by . Brak . Had you such leisure in the time of death To gaze upon those secrets of the deep ? Clar . Methought I had ; and often did I strive To yield the ghost ; but still the ...
Pagina 292
... deep thoughts ; and each In other's count'nance read his own dismay Astonished . None among the choice and prime Of those heav'n - warring champions could be found So hardy as to proffer or accept Alone the dreadful voyage ; till at ...
... deep thoughts ; and each In other's count'nance read his own dismay Astonished . None among the choice and prime Of those heav'n - warring champions could be found So hardy as to proffer or accept Alone the dreadful voyage ; till at ...
Pagina 308
... deep a lower deep Still threat'ning to devour me opens wide , To which the hell I suffer seems a heav'n . O then at last relent : is there no place Left for repentance , none for pardon left ? None left but by submission ; and that word ...
... deep a lower deep Still threat'ning to devour me opens wide , To which the hell I suffer seems a heav'n . O then at last relent : is there no place Left for repentance , none for pardon left ? None left but by submission ; and that word ...
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