An Anthology of World PoetryMark Van Doren |
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... pain . O subterranean King , omniscient , Healer of man's immortal discontent , Satan , at last take pity on our pain . To lepers and to outcasts thou dost show That passion is the paradise below . Satan , at last take pity on our pain ...
... pain . O subterranean King , omniscient , Healer of man's immortal discontent , Satan , at last take pity on our pain . To lepers and to outcasts thou dost show That passion is the paradise below . Satan , at last take pity on our pain ...
Page 763
... pain . Thy awful name is written as with pitch On the unrelenting foreheads of the rich . Satan , at last take pity on our pain . Father of those whom God's tempestuous ire Has flung from Paradise with sword and fire , Satan , at last ...
... pain . Thy awful name is written as with pitch On the unrelenting foreheads of the rich . Satan , at last take pity on our pain . Father of those whom God's tempestuous ire Has flung from Paradise with sword and fire , Satan , at last ...
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... PAIN PAIN is a blacksmith , Hard is his hammer ; With flying flames His hearth is hot ; A straining storm Of forces ferocious Blows his bellows . He hammers hearts And tinkers them , With blows tremendous , Till hard they hold.— Well ...
... PAIN PAIN is a blacksmith , Hard is his hammer ; With flying flames His hearth is hot ; A straining storm Of forces ferocious Blows his bellows . He hammers hearts And tinkers them , With blows tremendous , Till hard they hold.— Well ...
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arms bear beauty behold beloved beneath birds body breast bright bring clouds comes dark dead dear death deep desire door doth dream drink dust earth eyes face fair fall fear feet field fire flowers give gods gold gone grace green hair hand happy hast hath head hear heart Heaven hills hope kings kiss lady land leaves light lips live look Lord mind moon morning mountains move never night once pain pass peace poor rest rise river rose round seek sing sleep song soul speak spring stand stars stream strength sweet tears tell thee thine things thou thou art thought trees turn unto voice waters waves weep wild wind wine wings young youth