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Ben-Hur: A Tale of the Christ

By Lew Wallace

BOOK EIGHTH from Ben-Hur: A Tale of the Christ. “Who could resist? Who in this universe? She did so breathe ambrosia, so immerse My fine existence in a golden clime. She took me like a child of suckling-time, And cradled me in roses. Thus condemn’d, The current of my former life was stemm’d, And to this arbitrary queen of sense I bow’d a tranced vassal.”—KEATS,

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BOOK EIGHTH “Who could resist? Who in this universe? She did so breathe ambrosia, so immerse My fine existence in a golden clime. She took me like a child of suckling-time, And cradled me in roses. Thus condemn’d, The current of my former life was stemm’d, And to this arbitrary queen of sense I bow’d a tranced vassal.”—KEATS, Endymion. “I am the resurrection and the life.”

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