Alfred An Heroic Poem, in Twenty-Four Books. By Joseph Cottle: 4th ed. |
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Alfred mildly cried,
‘I chid thee but to teach how harder far
‘To bear Heaven's chiding. Now thy mind is chang'd,
‘And thou dost see how mutable the man
‘Who on himself doth rest, when the hour comes
‘Of sore temptation. I am yet thy friend.’
‘I chid thee but to teach how harder far
‘To bear Heaven's chiding. Now thy mind is chang'd,
‘And thou dost see how mutable the man
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‘Of sore temptation. I am yet thy friend.’
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