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... thine own , Thou art thir Author and prime Architect : 355 For I no sooner in my Heart divin'd , My Heart , which by a secret harmonie . Still moves with thine , joind in connexion sweet , That thou on Earth hadst prosperd , which thy ...
... thine own , Thou art thir Author and prime Architect : 355 For I no sooner in my Heart divin'd , My Heart , which by a secret harmonie . Still moves with thine , joind in connexion sweet , That thou on Earth hadst prosperd , which thy ...
Page 501
... Thine anger all thou hadst remov'd , And calmly didst return 45 n ΙΟ From thy ffierce wrath which we had prov'd Heb . The Far worse then fire to burn . 4 God of our saving health and peace , Turn us , and us restore , burning heat of ...
... Thine anger all thou hadst remov'd , And calmly didst return 45 n ΙΟ From thy ffierce wrath which we had prov'd Heb . The Far worse then fire to burn . 4 God of our saving health and peace , Turn us , and us restore , burning heat of ...
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... thine own treasuring , communing with them in their works . Vainly for thee did Jove confuse the tongues in proudly exalted Babel , [ 55 ] whereof she fell prostrate to the plain , vanquished of herself . For from thy lips not only ...
... thine own treasuring , communing with them in their works . Vainly for thee did Jove confuse the tongues in proudly exalted Babel , [ 55 ] whereof she fell prostrate to the plain , vanquished of herself . For from thy lips not only ...
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