the scarce-snatched hours Which deepening pain left to his lordliest powers: — Heaven lost through spider-trammelled prison-bars.

We turn now to the prerhotic context in (15)–(17).

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Next day we marched to Kokyar, twelve miles. Route west, across a sandy ridge two miles off, and then up the gully of the Kokyar river, which flows in a narrow winding valley from south to north, between high ridges of sand and gravel, to the town itself which is the capital of this district.