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...exasperate Th' almighty Victor to spend all his rage, And that must end us, that must be our cure, 145 To be no more ; sad cure ; for who would lose, Though...through eternity, To perish rather, swallow'd up and and lost In the wide womb of uncreated night, 150 Devoid of sense and motion ? and who knows, .Let...

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...Paradise Lost, though Milton's fobuster mind ascribes it to tht fallen and depraved Archangel. _. " Who would lose " Though full of pain, this intellectual...thoughts that wander through eternity " To perish rather, swallowed up and lost " In the wide womb of uncreated night, k Devoid of sense or motion." • '" Tne...

...imagine with Milton, that even an infernal spirit cannot contemplate annihilation without horrour : To be no more ; sad cure ! for who would lose, Though...thoughts that wander through eternity. To perish rather, swallowed up and lost In the wide womb of uncreated night, Devoid of sense and motion ? In the fourth...

...soon expel Her mischief, and purge off the baser fire, Victorious. Thus repuls'd, our final hope I« flat despair: we must exasperate The almighty victor...And that must end us ; that must be our cure, To be ne more. Sad cure ! for who would lose, Though foil of pain, this intellectual being, Tboee thoughts...

...terrors, must embitter every enjoyment oflife, and cloud the desponding brow with comfortless despair — For who would lose, Though full of pain, this intellectual...thoughts that wander through eternity, To perish rather, swallowed up and lost In the wide womb of uncreated night, Devoid of sense and motion ? Par. Ix>st,...

...exasperate Th1 almighty Victor to spend all his rage, And that must end us ; that must be ow cure, 14* To be no more: sad cure! for who would lose, Though...thoughts that wander through eternity, To perish rather, sw allow 'd up and lost In the wide womb of uncreattd night. 150 Devoid of sense and motion ? and who...

...off the baser fire. Victorious. Thus repuls'd, our final hope Is flat despair. We must exasperate Th' almighty victor to spend all his rage, And that must...end us \ that must be our cure, To be no more. Sad fate ! For who would los«, Though full of pain, this intellectual being. Those thoughts that wander...

...we should be with difficulty reconciled to the loss of existence, for we know not how many ages. ' To be no more ; sad cure ! for who would lose Though...thoughts that wander through eternity, To perish rather, swallowed up and lost In the wide womb of uncreated night, Devoid of sense and motion ? ' Though we...