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... night Even in the zenith of her dark domain , Is sunshine , to the colour of my fate . Night , sable goddess ! from her ebon throne , In rayless majesty , now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumbering world : Silence , how ...
... night Even in the zenith of her dark domain , Is sunshine , to the colour of my fate . Night , sable goddess ! from her ebon throne , In rayless majesty , now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumbering world : Silence , how ...
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... night's foul bird , Rook'd in the spire , screams loud ! The gloomy aisles , Black - plaister'd , and hung round with shreds of ' scutcheons And tatter'd coats of arms , send back the sound , Laden with heavier airs , from the low ...
... night's foul bird , Rook'd in the spire , screams loud ! The gloomy aisles , Black - plaister'd , and hung round with shreds of ' scutcheons And tatter'd coats of arms , send back the sound , Laden with heavier airs , from the low ...
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... Night & every Morn Some to Misery are Born . Every Morn & every Night Some are Born to sweet delight . Some are Born to sweet delight , Some are Born to Endless Night . We are led to Believe a Lie When we see [ With del . ] not Thro ...
... Night & every Morn Some to Misery are Born . Every Morn & every Night Some are Born to sweet delight . Some are Born to sweet delight , Some are Born to Endless Night . We are led to Believe a Lie When we see [ With del . ] not Thro ...
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CHARLES SACKVILLE EARL Of dorset 16381706 | 1 |
ANNE COUNTESS OF WINCHILSEA ?16601720 | 10 |
WILLIAM CONGREVE 16701729 | 19 |
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