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Sunt delicta tamen quibus ignovisse velimus: Nam neque chorda sonum reddit quem vult manus et mens, Poscentique gravem persæpe remittit acutum; Nec semper feriet quodcunque minabitur arcus. _Verum ubi plura nitent in carmine, non ego paucis Offendar maculis, quas aut incuria fudit, Aut humana parum cavit natura._
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When the _scourge_ Inexorably, and _the torturing hour_ Calls us to penance.
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and
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The lifted axe, the agonizing wheel, Luke's iron crown, and Damien's bed of steel.
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Swords, daggers, bodkins, bearded arrows, spears, Nails, pincers, crosses, gibbets, hurdles, ropes, Tallons of griffins, paws and teeth of bears, Tigre's and lyon's mouths, not iron hoops, Racks, wheels, and trappados, brazen cauldrons which Boiled with oil, huge tuns which flam'd with pitch.
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Torturing hour
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The martyr smiled beneath avenging power, And braved the tyrant in his _torturing hour._
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Is there no play, to ease the anguish of a torturing hour.
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The Bard:
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On a rock, whose haughty brow Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood, Robed in the sable garb of woe, With haggard eyes the poet _stood_, (Loose his beard, and hoary hair Stream'd, like a meteor, to the troubled air), And with a master's hand, and prophet's fire, Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre.
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passage beyond all praise or criticism.
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At non infelix
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A falcon, tow'ring in her pride of place, Was by a mousing owl hawk'd at and kill'd.