PoetryVicesimus Knox S. Walker, 1825 - Literature |
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... Come to redeem me ? there's a fearful point ! Shall I not then be stifled in the vault , To whose foul mouth no ... comes ? Doth hurry from the fatal cannon's womb . Or , if I live , is it not very like [ bones The horrible conceit ...
... Come to redeem me ? there's a fearful point ! Shall I not then be stifled in the vault , To whose foul mouth no ... comes ? Doth hurry from the fatal cannon's womb . Or , if I live , is it not very like [ bones The horrible conceit ...
Page 177
... Comes hame , perhaps , to shew a braw new Or deposite her sair - won penny - fee , [ gown , To help her parents dear , if they in hardship be . Wi ' joy unfeign'd brothers and sisters meet , A cannie errand to a neebor town : An ' each ...
... Comes hame , perhaps , to shew a braw new Or deposite her sair - won penny - fee , [ gown , To help her parents dear , if they in hardship be . Wi ' joy unfeign'd brothers and sisters meet , A cannie errand to a neebor town : An ' each ...
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... Come away ! come away ! His genius calls - you must obey . From highest to lowest , from old to the young , All states and ... comes to my heart with a twang . I am rock to the handsome and pretty , Can only be touch'd by the witty ; And ...
... Come away ! come away ! His genius calls - you must obey . From highest to lowest , from old to the young , All states and ... comes to my heart with a twang . I am rock to the handsome and pretty , Can only be touch'd by the witty ; And ...
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