What power art thou, Who from below, Hast made me rise, Unwillingly and slow, From beds of everlasting snow ! See'st thou not how stiff, And wondrous
Lyrics by John Dryden) What power art thou, Who from below, Hast made me rise, Unwillingly and slow, From beds of everlasting snow! See'st thou not
a Saviour When half-spent was the night. 7 Cold Song What power art thou who from below Hast made me rise unwillingly and slow From beds of everlasting snow? See?st thou
What power art thou who from below Hast made me unwillingly and slow From beds of everlasting snow? See'st thou not how stiff, how stiff and wondrous
What Power art thou, Who from below, Hast made me rise, Unwillingly and slow, From beds of everlasting snow! See'st thou not how stiff, And wondrous
Roman legions.] ["What is good? - everything augments the feeling of power, the will to power, power itself, in man. What is evil? - whatever springs from weakness. What
legions.] ["What is good? - everything augments the feeling of power, the will to power, power itself, in man. What is evil? - whatever springs from weakness. What