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... angels : how can man then , The image of his Maker , hope to win hy it ? Love
thyself last ; cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than
honesty . Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace , To silence envious tongues .
... angels : how can man then , The image of his Maker , hope to win hy it ? Love
thyself last ; cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than
honesty . Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace , To silence envious tongues .
Page 211
And jewelled turban with a smile of peace , Or do we grind her still ? ... while the
bubbling and loud bissing urn Throws up a steamy column , and the cups , That
cheer but not inebriate , wait on each , So let us welcome peaceful evening in .
And jewelled turban with a smile of peace , Or do we grind her still ? ... while the
bubbling and loud bissing urn Throws up a steamy column , and the cups , That
cheer but not inebriate , wait on each , So let us welcome peaceful evening in .
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Where burning Sappho loved and sung , Where grew the arts of war and peace
Where Delos rose , and Phæbus sprung ! Eternal summer gilds them yet , But all ,
except their sun , is set . The Scian and the Teian muse , The hero's harp , the ...
Where burning Sappho loved and sung , Where grew the arts of war and peace
Where Delos rose , and Phæbus sprung ! Eternal summer gilds them yet , But all ,
except their sun , is set . The Scian and the Teian muse , The hero's harp , the ...
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