PoetryVicesimus Knox S. Walker, 1825 - Literature |
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Page 192
... ev'ry garden , Nay , in the compass of a farthing . There's neither chariot , coach , nor mill , Can move an inch , except I will . 162. On the Five Senses . ALL of us in one you'll find , Brethren of a wondrous kind ; Yet , among us ...
... ev'ry garden , Nay , in the compass of a farthing . There's neither chariot , coach , nor mill , Can move an inch , except I will . 162. On the Five Senses . ALL of us in one you'll find , Brethren of a wondrous kind ; Yet , among us ...
Page 297
... ev'ry bush . Come , let us go forth to the mead , Let us see how the primroses spring ; We'll lodge in some village on Tweed , And love while the feather'd folks sing . How does my love pass the long day ? Does Mary not tend a few sheep ...
... ev'ry bush . Come , let us go forth to the mead , Let us see how the primroses spring ; We'll lodge in some village on Tweed , And love while the feather'd folks sing . How does my love pass the long day ? Does Mary not tend a few sheep ...
Page 370
... ev'ry shifting scene , Obscure or bright , tempestuous or serene , Still has your smile her trembling spirit fir'd ; And can she act , with thoughts like these in- spir'd ? Thus from her mind all artifice she flings , All skill , all ...
... ev'ry shifting scene , Obscure or bright , tempestuous or serene , Still has your smile her trembling spirit fir'd ; And can she act , with thoughts like these in- spir'd ? Thus from her mind all artifice she flings , All skill , all ...
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