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They are given Through me you pass into eternal pain : Through me among the people lost for aye . with exquisite beauty ; but they shine amidst Justice the founder of my fabric moved : the gloom like sunbeams struggling through To rear ...
They are given Through me you pass into eternal pain : Through me among the people lost for aye . with exquisite beauty ; but they shine amidst Justice the founder of my fabric moved : the gloom like sunbeams struggling through To rear ...
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Página 255 - ... regulations and ordinances necessary for the execution of the laws and the safety of the State.
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| Título | Miscellaneous Essays |
| Autor | Archibald Alison |
| Editora | D. Appleton, 1860 |
| Original de | Universidade de Michigan |
| Digitalizado | 23 nov. 2005 |
| Num. págs. | 390 páginas |
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