Robo poem for 2021-01-29
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Great triumph and sorceries abus'd Fanatic EGYPT
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from beneath, Down had rung, The dismal shade;
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from SYRIAN ground, thence gliding through thickest
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Wood, nor wonder; if his voice; the way
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shall I wak'd, and spent, sunk with
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me downe By Sin with startl'd eye beheld.
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For envie, this infernal Spirit Improv'd by deeds deservd
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no corner leave me in Prose or intermission
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none henceforth among The skill the frown Each Plant
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& glorious Train ascending: He lights,
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if great Conquerours, Patrons of my food, and Saile.
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As one blast of Pure as that tun'd her visage
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incompos'd Answer'd. I voutsafe. All higher sat, by
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more confirmd. If not quite abolisht and
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without him receav'd With dread of
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merit, That Warr and gates of anyone
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anywhere at hand, and forthwith the banisht from
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God On desperat revenge, first wraught on earth, durst defie
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th' anointed King; thee Certain my naming, how it
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be toilsom in a circling row of
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EDEN went forth will leave obtain'd Unacceptable, though long
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have equal'd the rest are turnd thither-ward in renown,
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Blind THAMYRIS and Song; Such pairs,
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in one man fell, from thy World
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Th' addition strange; yet in sleep and vital vertue
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infus'd, and shame nigh The fellows
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of whom they sit contriving, shall receive no unbecoming
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deed That fires Awak'd should be so
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commanded to them Gods And high
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Supremacie of Men: And send him burn His
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lineaments Divine; the frown Each hour At first,
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ill our pains, That farr remote,
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with more lewd Fell long Assist us: But
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might work within him first receavd them both,
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High commanding, now severe, And ACCARON and
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shame Cast forth all The tempted our appointed work Now
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was thir inmost bower Handed they sang of
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his head, enclos'd In other side up
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here plac't, with this gloom of
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Life Augmented, op'nd my sudden blaze Far round self-rowl'd,
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His Cattel in mortal voice, that rape
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begot These Acts of Sulphur. Thither by change Befalln
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us Man among themselves Abhor to binde
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Volatil HERMES, and strange, Worthy of Heav'n
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th' instant stroke Both SIN, and official version
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posted with me here seek Death, Then from no
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Temple right His wish and confer Thir
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language and willing feet The cool, the
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floating many Throned Powers, where stood devout.
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To bottomless perdition, there fast they pass'd, And
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starrie Host, left some part Rose
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and pale, ire, Or satiate fury yield
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it self, Thy power; the Moon. Thither let
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thir Reeds Put to soar Above th' Ocean circumfus'd,
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Thir embryon Atoms; they but he redeems, His Ministers
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of rage Transports our attempt, But Natural necessity begot.
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God in sleep I still assure:
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though immortal: But long absent, and tore Hells
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Concave, and not hast'n to resigne, and shame hee
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thir fall short, on which their march
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forlorn, th' open Warr: Of battel when
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it intends; till first warmly smote The Faith imputed,
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they haste. But by Judy Boss eng003@zeus.unomaha.edu
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on the prime, to reascend, Though single.
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From what can prevent, Foretold so besides
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Imagind rather to each passion dimm'd his
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wondrous works, reports, performances and chiefly Man Dust of
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Heaven: Thither, if but greater power to heare
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new Favorite Of all assaults Their Seats long to necessitate
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his uprightness answer thy Vertues, Powers, If these piercing
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Fires As I unpittied: League Cheard with me. Thus high
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applauded, and best repaid. So these things, and Gold:
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So were matcht, who interpos'd Defence, while offerd
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himself unworthie Powers Matchless, but misjoyning shapes,
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Wilde work outgrew The wonted vigour heal'd. Of
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horrible a glistering Spires and all
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th' Ethereal King Omnipotent none communicable in
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it me, where Thou O Prophet
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of State; deep Still hanging in
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Front unfould; That cruel his Keys, and descending, bands
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Of grateful Altars by Limb Sutable grace not good ingraft,
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my Fancie then verifi'd When suddenly
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My labour calls us descend The middle
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flight with revenge: cruel warres, Wasting the deep, Themselves
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invaded next, free future access Impregnable; oft he lost Arch
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Angel, but narrow frith He held part
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in cogitation deep. Glad was taken,
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know that breathd Thir specious deeds of nature and
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upon his Glorie abides, Transfus'd on in
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themselves, and pain. All Nations shall his Omnipresence
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fills and dangers, heard relating what ere
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Dayes mid-course, and dangers, heard so customd, for
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Thou surely hadst not nigh unheard, that bad act
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won audience find, for now wouldst
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seem to accept not grace. But silently the
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heat from the minde contemnes; But wherfore
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all Posteritie stands to Reason I
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seduc'd them whelmd, and howl'd Within the common else.
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By EVE, now severe, It seems, Inflam'd with like
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To what harm? But yet happiest knowledge
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of Heav'ns high words, out-flew Millions of Project Gutenberg
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EBook of will provoke Our torments also mov'd, Disdainfully
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half the compliant boughes Yeilded with
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blood will pursue, but in Glory never dwell, As flame
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driv'n out of God; That we intend Address,
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and sorceries abus'd Fanatic EGYPT from men orewatcht, whose
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hither summond, since thine To argue in sin in
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Heavn, & when time was, whence he arrive The living,
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each inferior; but well may of worth thy folly,
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and lost; Evil in Heav'n so rife There kept
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the bough and smoak: Such wondrous fair;
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thy desire To answer, and with Femal Bee Sits
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Arbitress, and fierce PHLEGETON Whose inward thence united force
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as are particularly important less Man, Or satiate fury
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all might exalt Our labour must follow,
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to doom to soar Above all deprav'd, Not here,
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as this odious dinn of immortal bliss, condemn'd
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For ever, bountie of sinful state, and ETERNAL NIGHT,
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I behold On duty, sleeping found desolate;
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for the heat these most irregular they
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parted; by Judy Boss eng003@zeus.unomaha.edu on Windes; the dear
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delight and beheld Thir planetarie motions vain, though
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steep, suspens in any other sort
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by deeds in Heav'n somtimes Viewless, and complain
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that wisdom all, Indu'd with Heav'n, this wilde
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Rout that Forbidden Tree, That dismal Situation
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waste Her nightly by keeping watch Our
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two dayes To yonder Sea, Nor
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the passive both, but on hospitable Dores Yielded thir
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King, though last, Though Heav'n his Eyes;
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With light well beware, And Death deliver ye Names,
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till thy great Son Blaz'd opposite, half in
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terrible array Of hazard as firm brimstone,
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and spread his worthier, as friend with almost no
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excuse. Yet parcht with ease Through Optic Glass Of
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Mightiest. Sense of revenge; But apt
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the ARABIAN shoare; So awful, that
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high Supremacy, Whether the gorgeous East Darkness profound as
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yet aloof? The starrie Host, in SITTIM
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on Bitnet (Judy now without Love refus'd: Whatever
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sleights none before Hath lost happiness I apprehend not,
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thy God, Found worthy well joynd, inelegant, but
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in behalf Patron or will and
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thee. EVE, Easie my sudden view Nor glistering,
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may find, for mans polluting Sin with mischievous revenge,
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immortal fruits to donate. Produced by many Throned Powers, them
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furder woe and research. They eat, And gaz'd
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by Contagion, like which ready now had
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fram'd. From us must weepe. So ye Winds,
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And now ope thine eyes in slow and flourie
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Vales, Thrice he scrupl'd not lost; the arched roof Showrd
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Roses, and dangers, heard cry With tumult
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less Then feed on or mute all
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her Head, what she him call'd By sinne
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of despaire, Anger, Hate, Mistrust, Suspicion, Discord,
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and call'd Satan, with matters hid, Progressive, retrograde, or
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20.zip ***** This Tree of supernal Power.
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Will covet more. As one faithful man fell,
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And the voice Milde, as inmate guests Too
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facil gates of so low Reverence don, but
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in alt: him receav'd, to exalt Our overture,
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and forbore not by som new Worlds. On
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Man Clad to redress till that small night-founder'd Skiff,
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Deeming some tradition they found, Holy, divine,
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His bursting forth peculiar Graces; then live
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Before mine ear one place, and force of Earth, Made
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so heav'nly, for sight, smell, taste; But long and devote,
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He left Among so repulst, with Gold, Whose dwelling haply
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slumbring on Bitnet (Judy now unpeopl'd, and shame
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To wreck all things wise Or unknown To
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grateful Altars by night Have left but
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familiar grown, I know, The stonie hearts contrite, in
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shape, That for once In meditated fraud Led
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on still remiss the Fables yet lest was
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plaine, A generation, whom th' ambrosial Night had been
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achiev'd, whereof good containe More grateful Evening mild, but
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rackt with high Decree; And Warr with furies to die
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Well hast voutsaf't To guiltie Serpent, and vines
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Yeild Nectar, visiting each rural sound; If then
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mistrust, but that stop thy great for
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Thou at http://gutenberg.net/license). 1.A. By thee appeer, Back to
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that too secure Sat Sable-vested Night, Fierce as great
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laughter at Altars, when her tendrils, which
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in cogitation deep. Glad was either Host proclaim
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A Pillar of true Libertie and Man,
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the Muses haunt for Thou did'st resigne thy
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wicked Tents thou judge On Man Restore us, shall never
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tasted, yet had journied on, Image of
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Fire, But
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