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...snowy mantle, nor chymic power turn thy sceptre into iron ; — with thee, to smile upon him as he eats his crust, the swain is happier than his monarch,...from whose court thou art exiled. — Gracious Heaven ! cried I, kneeling down upon the last step but one in my ascent, grant me but health, thou great Bestower...

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...spot thy snowy mantle, or chemic power turn thy sceptre into iron ; with thee to smile upon him as he eats his crust, the swain is happier than his monarch, from whose court thou art exiled. 9. "Gracious Heaven!" cried I, kneeling down upon the last step but one in my ascent, " grant me but...

...thy snowy mantle, or chymic power turn thy sceptre into iron ; — with thee, to smile upon him as he eats his crust, the swain is happier than his monarch,...from whose court thou art exiled. — Gracious Heaven ! cried I, kneeling down upon the last step but one in my ascent, grant me but health, thou great Bestower...

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...thy snowy mantle, or chymic power turn thy sceptre into iron — with thee to smile upon him as he eats his crust, the swain is happier than his monarch, from whose court thou art exiled. The bird in his cage pursued me into my room ; I sat down close to my table, and leaning my head upon...

...art exiled. ' Gracioua heaven!' cried I, kneeling down on the last step but one in my ascent, ' grant me but this fair goddess as my companion and shower down thy mitres, if it seem good unto thy divine providence, upon those heads that are aching for thee. " The bird in his...