PoetryVicesimus Knox S. Walker, 1825 - Literature |
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... eyes , Thy palm some moment keeps ; but now mine Which I have darted at thee , hurt thee not ; Now , I am sure , there is no force in eyes That can do hurt to any . Sylvius . O dear Phoebe , And shining morning face , creeping like ...
... eyes , Thy palm some moment keeps ; but now mine Which I have darted at thee , hurt thee not ; Now , I am sure , there is no force in eyes That can do hurt to any . Sylvius . O dear Phoebe , And shining morning face , creeping like ...
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... eye ; A lover's eyes will gaze an eagle blind : A lover's ears will hear the lowest sound , When the suspicious head of theft is stopt . Love's feeling is more soft and sensible Than are the tender horns of cockled snails . Love's ...
... eye ; A lover's eyes will gaze an eagle blind : A lover's ears will hear the lowest sound , When the suspicious head of theft is stopt . Love's feeling is more soft and sensible Than are the tender horns of cockled snails . Love's ...
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... eyes , and tender to my heart : With a young boy , sweet as his mother's But thou a wretched , base , false , worthless beauty . coward , May he live to prove more gentle than his Poor even in soul , and loathsome in thy aspect : And ...
... eyes , and tender to my heart : With a young boy , sweet as his mother's But thou a wretched , base , false , worthless beauty . coward , May he live to prove more gentle than his Poor even in soul , and loathsome in thy aspect : And ...
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