Copeland's Treasury for Booklovers: A Panorama of English and American Poetry and Prose from the Earliest Times to the Present, Volume 1 |
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Page 74
From thence to heaven's bribeless hall , Where no corrupted voices brawl ; No conscience molten into gold , No forg'd accuser bought or sold , No cause deferr'd , no vain - spent journey , For there Christ is the king's Attorney ...
From thence to heaven's bribeless hall , Where no corrupted voices brawl ; No conscience molten into gold , No forg'd accuser bought or sold , No cause deferr'd , no vain - spent journey , For there Christ is the king's Attorney ...
Page 136
Words without thoughts never to heaven go . [ Exit . Yet what can it when one cannot repent ? O wretched state ! O bosom black as death ! O limed soul , that , struggling to be free , Art more engag'd ! Help , angels ! Make assay !
Words without thoughts never to heaven go . [ Exit . Yet what can it when one cannot repent ? O wretched state ! O bosom black as death ! O limed soul , that , struggling to be free , Art more engag'd ! Help , angels ! Make assay !
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When the stars threw down their spears , And watered heaven with their tears , Did he smile his work to see ? Did he who made the Lamb make thee ? Tiger ! Tiger ! burning bright In the forests of the night , What immortal hand or eye ...
When the stars threw down their spears , And watered heaven with their tears , Did he smile his work to see ? Did he who made the Lamb make thee ? Tiger ! Tiger ! burning bright In the forests of the night , What immortal hand or eye ...
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