PoetryVicesimus Knox S. Walker, 1825 - Literature |
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... hands are here ? Ha ! they pluck out Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand ? No ; this my hand will The multitudinous seas incarnardine [ rather Making the green one red . Re - enter Lady . Lady . My hands ...
... hands are here ? Ha ! they pluck out Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand ? No ; this my hand will The multitudinous seas incarnardine [ rather Making the green one red . Re - enter Lady . Lady . My hands ...
Page 289
... hand , boys , hand ! Now it freshens , set the braces , The topsail sheets now let go ; Luff , boys , luff ! don't make wry faces , Up your topsails nimbly clew . " Now all you on down beds sporting , Fondly lock'd in beauty's arms ...
... hand , boys , hand ! Now it freshens , set the braces , The topsail sheets now let go ; Luff , boys , luff ! don't make wry faces , Up your topsails nimbly clew . " Now all you on down beds sporting , Fondly lock'd in beauty's arms ...
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... hand immortal , touch'd th ' immortal lyre ; Heroic deeds in strains heroic sung , All earth resounded , all heaven's arches rung : The world applaud what they approv'd before , Virtue and Fame took sep'rate paths no more . Hence to the ...
... hand immortal , touch'd th ' immortal lyre ; Heroic deeds in strains heroic sung , All earth resounded , all heaven's arches rung : The world applaud what they approv'd before , Virtue and Fame took sep'rate paths no more . Hence to the ...
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Ajax arms art thou bear beauty behold blood breast breath bright Brutus Cæsar call'd Cassius cheek Comus Cymbeline dead dear death Decius didst dost doth dread dream earth ev'ry eyes fair father fear fire flow'rs gentle give gods gold grace grief Hadad hand hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hell honor hour Iago king Lady light live look lord lov'd lyre Macb Macbeth Macd Marcian mind moon Muse nature ne'er never night noble nymph o'er Othello Pandarus peace pity poor pow'r pride prince Rome round seem'd SHAKSPEARE sight sleep smile soft Sonnet sorrow soul speak spide spirit stamp'd sweet sword tears tell thee thine things thou art thou hast thought thyself tongue twas Tybalt unto Vent vex'd virtue voice weep wind wretched youth