Specimens with Memoirs of the Less-known British Poets, Volume 1 by George Gilfillan
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His thought about his heart,
Hot was without him, His due punishment. "This narrow place is most unlike That other that we formerly knew High in heaven's kingdom, Which my master bestowed on me, Though we it, for the All-Powerful, May not possess. * * * * * That is to me of sorrows the greatest, That Adam, Who was wrought of earth, Shall possess My strong seat; That it shall be to him in delight, And we endure this torment, Misery in this hell. * * * * * Here is a vast fire, Above and underneath. Never did I see A loathlier landscape. The flame abateth not Hot over hell. Me hath the clasping of these rings, |
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