PoetryVicesimus Knox S. Walker, 1825 - Literature |
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... head , And , in the closing of some glorious day , Be bold to tell you that I am your son ; When I will wear a garment all of blood , And stain my favors in a bloody mask , Which , wash'd away , shall scour my shame with it . And that ...
... head , And , in the closing of some glorious day , Be bold to tell you that I am your son ; When I will wear a garment all of blood , And stain my favors in a bloody mask , Which , wash'd away , shall scour my shame with it . And that ...
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... head ; and hold'st it fear or To speak a truth . If he be slain , say so : The tongue offends not that reports his death : And he doth sin , that doth belie the dead ; Not he , which says the dead is not alive . Yet the first bringer of ...
... head ; and hold'st it fear or To speak a truth . If he be slain , say so : The tongue offends not that reports his death : And he doth sin , that doth belie the dead ; Not he , which says the dead is not alive . Yet the first bringer of ...
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... head ; To try with it - as with an enemy That had before my face murdered my father- The quarrel of a true inheritor . But if it did infect my blood with joy , Or swell my thoughts to any strain of pride ; If any rebel or vain spirit of ...
... head ; To try with it - as with an enemy That had before my face murdered my father- The quarrel of a true inheritor . But if it did infect my blood with joy , Or swell my thoughts to any strain of pride ; If any rebel or vain spirit of ...
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