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Scarce greater terror could my breast invade,
Though o'er a nitrous magazine I stood;
Though the match glow'd, the fatal train were laid,
And the dire mine just ready to explode.
Though o'er a nitrous magazine I stood;
Though the match glow'd, the fatal train were laid,
And the dire mine just ready to explode.
| The Fall of Lucifer | |