...and in the moral government of God, is carefully avoided, unless the following be an exception. ' O that God, Profuse of poisons, would concede the chalice...world wanders for ever, Lone as incarnate death!' p. 47. Our readers will be startled at the profanity of this strange exclamation, but we can assure...

...and in the moral government of God, is carefully avoided, unless the following be an exception. « O that God, Profuse of poisons, would concede the chalice...world wanders for ever, Lone as incarnate death!' p. 47. Our readers will be startled at the profanity of this strange exclamation, but we can assure...

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...Vessel of deathless wralh, a slave that feels No proud exemption in the blighting curse fie hears, the blighting bane Of vision'd cave, Raking the cinders of a crucible For life and power, even when his feeble hand Shakes...

...chalice Which but one living man has drain'd, who now, Vessel of deathless wrath, a slave that feela Xo vision'd cave, Raking the cinders of a crucible For life and power, even when his feeble hand Shakes...

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...! 0, that God, Profuse of poisons, would conceal the chalice Which but one living man has drain'd, who now, Vessel of deathless wrath, a slave that feels...death ! O, that the dream Of dark magician in his vision'd cave. Raking the cinders of a crucible For life and power, even when his feeble hand Shakes...

...! Oh that God, Profuse of poisons, would conceal the chalice Which but one living man has drain'd, who now, Vessel of deathless wrath, a slave that feels...the world wanders for ever, Lone as incarnate death ! Oh that the dream Of dark magician in his vision'd cave, Raking the cinders of a crucible For life...

...Hellas, written nearly at the close of his life, we have " Ahasuerus" introduced — " Oh, that Heaven, Profuse of poisons, would concede the chalice Which but one living man has drain'd, who now, Vessel of deathless wrath, wanders for ever, Lone aa incarnate Death ! ' But he still...

...would conceal the chalice Which but one living man has drain'd, who now, Vessel of deathless wralh, a slave that feels No proud exemption in the blighting...death,' O, that the dream Of dark magician in his vision'd cave, Raking the cinders of a crucible For life and power, even when his feeble hand Shakes...