PoetryVicesimus Knox S. Walker, 1825 - Literature |
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... breast ? Alas ! by some degree of woe We ev'ry bliss must gain : The heart can ne'er a transport know , That never feels a pain . §2 . Song . WALLER . Go , lovely rose ! Tell her that wastes her time , and me , That now she knows , When ...
... breast ? Alas ! by some degree of woe We ev'ry bliss must gain : The heart can ne'er a transport know , That never feels a pain . §2 . Song . WALLER . Go , lovely rose ! Tell her that wastes her time , and me , That now she knows , When ...
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... breast ; When thoughts torment , the first are best ; ' Tis mad to go , ' tis death to stay : Away to Orra , haste away ! § 22. Song . From the Lapland Tongue . STEELE . HASTE , my rain - deer , and let us nimbly go Our am'rous journey ...
... breast ; When thoughts torment , the first are best ; ' Tis mad to go , ' tis death to stay : Away to Orra , haste away ! § 22. Song . From the Lapland Tongue . STEELE . HASTE , my rain - deer , and let us nimbly go Our am'rous journey ...
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... breast of waters broadly swells Between the banks which bear the vine , And hills all rich with blossom'd trees , And fields which promise corn and wine , And scatter'd cities crowning these , Whose far white walls along them shine ...
... breast of waters broadly swells Between the banks which bear the vine , And hills all rich with blossom'd trees , And fields which promise corn and wine , And scatter'd cities crowning these , Whose far white walls along them shine ...
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