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Page 129
That face of his the hungry Canibals Would not have touch'd , s would not have stain'd with blood : But you are more inhuman , more inexorable , Oh ten times more , than tygers of Hyrcania . See , ruthless Queen , a hapless father's ...
That face of his the hungry Canibals Would not have touch'd , s would not have stain'd with blood : But you are more inhuman , more inexorable , Oh ten times more , than tygers of Hyrcania . See , ruthless Queen , a hapless father's ...
Page 198
The wrinkles in my brow , now fill'd with blood , Were lik'ned oft to kingly fepulchres : For who liv'd King , but I could dig his grave ? And who durft fmile , when Warwick bent his brow ? Lo ! now my glory smear'd in dust and blood ...
The wrinkles in my brow , now fill'd with blood , Were lik'ned oft to kingly fepulchres : For who liv'd King , but I could dig his grave ? And who durft fmile , when Warwick bent his brow ? Lo ! now my glory smear'd in dust and blood ...
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Blush , blush , thou lump of foul deformity ; For ' tis thy presence that exhales this blood From cold and empty veins , + where no blood dwells . Thy deeds , inhuman and unnatural , Provoke this deluge most unnatural .
Blush , blush , thou lump of foul deformity ; For ' tis thy presence that exhales this blood From cold and empty veins , + where no blood dwells . Thy deeds , inhuman and unnatural , Provoke this deluge most unnatural .
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