PoetryVicesimus Knox S. Walker, 1825 - Literature |
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... Happy , O happy they ! whose tomb might be , Mausolus ! envied by thee ! § 91. The Country Mouse . CowLEY . AT the large foot of a fair hollow tree , Close to plough'd ground , seated commodiously , His ancient and hereditary house ...
... Happy , O happy they ! whose tomb might be , Mausolus ! envied by thee ! § 91. The Country Mouse . CowLEY . AT the large foot of a fair hollow tree , Close to plough'd ground , seated commodiously , His ancient and hereditary house ...
Page 167
... Happy insect ! happy ! thou Dost neither age nor winter know : And dreamest o'er thy summer joys , Free from the stormy season's noise ; Free from th ' ill thou ' st done to me ; Who disturbs or seeks out thee ? Hadst thou all the ...
... Happy insect ! happy ! thou Dost neither age nor winter know : And dreamest o'er thy summer joys , Free from the stormy season's noise ; Free from th ' ill thou ' st done to me ; Who disturbs or seeks out thee ? Hadst thou all the ...
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... happy , so happy as we ? Let lords and fine folks , who for wealth take a bride , Be married to - day , and to - morrow be cloy'd : My body is stout , and my heart is as sound ; And my love , like my courage , will never give ground ...
... happy , so happy as we ? Let lords and fine folks , who for wealth take a bride , Be married to - day , and to - morrow be cloy'd : My body is stout , and my heart is as sound ; And my love , like my courage , will never give ground ...
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