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...diffused, That she might look at will through every porf ? Then had I not been thus exiled from light, As in the land of darkness, yet in light, To live a life half dead, a living death, And buried ; but, O yet more miserable! Myself my sepulchre, a moving grave; Buried, yet not exempt,...

...diffused, That she might look at will through every pore ? Then had I not been thus exiled from light, As in the land of darkness, yet in light, To live a life half dead, a living death, IOC* And buried : but O yet more miserable ! Myself my sepulchre, a moving grave — Buried, yet not...

...diffus'd, That she might look at will through every pore? Then had I not bin thus exil'd from light; As in the land of darkness yet in light, To live a...living death, 100 And buried; but O yet more miserable! My self, my Sepulcher, a moving Grave, Buried, yet not exempt By priviledge of death and burial From...

...diffused, That she might look at will through every pore? Then had I not been thus exiled from light, As in the land of darkness, yet in light, To live a life half dead, a living death, And buried; but, O yet more miserable! Myself my sepulchre, a moving grave ; Buried, yet not exempt,...

...diffus'd, That she might look at will through every pore? Then had I not been thus exil'd from light; As in the land of darkness yet in light, To live a life half dead, a living death, Poiché strisciano ma vedono: io sono buio in piena luce, Esposto giornalmente alla frode, al disprezzo,...

...djffus'd, That she might look at will through every pore? Then had I not been thus exil'djrom light; As in the land of darkness yet in light, To live a life half dead, a living death, And buried; but O yet more miserable! My self, my Sepulcber, a moving Grave, Buried, yet not exempt...

...diffused, That she might look at will through every pore? Then had I not been thus exiled from light; As in the land of darkness yet in light, To live a life half dead, a living death, And buried; but O yet more miserable! My self, my sepulcher, a moving grave, Buried, yet not exempt...

...diffused, That she might look at will through every pore? Then had I not been thus exiled from light, As in the land of darkness, yet in light, To live...miserable! Myself my sepulchre, a moving grave, Buried, not yet exempt By privilege of death and burial From worst of other evils, pains and wrongs, But made...

...cast into unrelieved gloom (100, 70). He is already living a life half dead . . . Myself my sepulcher, a moving grave, Buried, yet not exempt, By privilege...burial, From worst of other evils, pains, and wrongs. (100-5) At the end, the Chorus, like Greek choruses bemoaning untimely death, quickly finds consolation...