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Page 49
... For thou dost fear the soft and tender fork Of a poor worm ; thy best of rest is
sleep , And that thou oft provok'st ; yet grossly fear'st Thy death , which is no more
. Thou'rt not thyself ; For thou exist'st on many a thousand grains That issue out of
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... For thou dost fear the soft and tender fork Of a poor worm ; thy best of rest is
sleep , And that thou oft provok'st ; yet grossly fear'st Thy death , which is no more
. Thou'rt not thyself ; For thou exist'st on many a thousand grains That issue out of
...
Page 232
So swift the ill , and of so fierce a kind , That fear with pity , mingled in each mind ;
Friends with the husband came , their griefs to blend ; For good - man Frankford
was to all a friend . The last - born boy they held above the bier , He knew not ...
So swift the ill , and of so fierce a kind , That fear with pity , mingled in each mind ;
Friends with the husband came , their griefs to blend ; For good - man Frankford
was to all a friend . The last - born boy they held above the bier , He knew not ...
Page 281
Her comrade was a sordid soul , Such as does murder for a meed ; Who , but of
fear , knows no control , Because his conscience , seared and foul , Feels not the
import of his deed ; One , whose brute - feeling ne'er aspires Beyond his own ...
Her comrade was a sordid soul , Such as does murder for a meed ; Who , but of
fear , knows no control , Because his conscience , seared and foul , Feels not the
import of his deed ; One , whose brute - feeling ne'er aspires Beyond his own ...
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