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360. oldal
Of tortur'd guilt - no earthly tongue can speak : Ye lightnings , the dread arrows of the clouds ! ... rene , Then dropt exhausted , and appear'd at rest , Into the depth of clouds that veil thy breastTill the strong foe the vital ...
Of tortur'd guilt - no earthly tongue can speak : Ye lightnings , the dread arrows of the clouds ! ... rene , Then dropt exhausted , and appear'd at rest , Into the depth of clouds that veil thy breastTill the strong foe the vital ...
383. oldal
Onward thy billows came to meet and clash In a wild warfare , till the lifted tides Thine are the mountains , where they purely Mingled their yesty tops , where the dark stormSnows that have never wasted , in a sky [ lift cloud rides .
Onward thy billows came to meet and clash In a wild warfare , till the lifted tides Thine are the mountains , where they purely Mingled their yesty tops , where the dark stormSnows that have never wasted , in a sky [ lift cloud rides .
384. oldal
Again the dark clouds brood below ; their Ø 186. ... Roar , like the voice of lions in their dens And he will wake my infant from its sleep , Awing the silent desert — then the cloud , To blend its feeble wailing with my tears .
Again the dark clouds brood below ; their Ø 186. ... Roar , like the voice of lions in their dens And he will wake my infant from its sleep , Awing the silent desert — then the cloud , To blend its feeble wailing with my tears .
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