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Side 60
So on , through scenes past all imagining , More like the luxuries of that impious
King , 76 Whom Death ' s dark angel , with his lightning torch , Struck down and
blasted even in Pleasure ' s porch , Than the pure dwelling of a Prophet sent ...
So on , through scenes past all imagining , More like the luxuries of that impious
King , 76 Whom Death ' s dark angel , with his lightning torch , Struck down and
blasted even in Pleasure ' s porch , Than the pure dwelling of a Prophet sent ...
Side 74
Shudd ' ring she broke away from his embrace , And , hiding with both hands her
guilty face , Said , in a tone whose anguish would have riven A heart of very
marble , “ Pure ! - oh , Heaven ! "That tone — those looks so chang ' d — the 74 .
Shudd ' ring she broke away from his embrace , And , hiding with both hands her
guilty face , Said , in a tone whose anguish would have riven A heart of very
marble , “ Pure ! - oh , Heaven ! "That tone — those looks so chang ' d — the 74 .
Side 181
Yes — for a spirit pure as hers Is always pure , e ' en while it errs ; As sunshine ,
broken in the rill , Though turn ' d astray , is sunshine still ! So wholly had her
mind forgot All thoughts but one , she heeded not The rising storm — the wave
that ...
Yes — for a spirit pure as hers Is always pure , e ' en while it errs ; As sunshine ,
broken in the rill , Though turn ' d astray , is sunshine still ! So wholly had her
mind forgot All thoughts but one , she heeded not The rising storm — the wave
that ...
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