PoetryVicesimus Knox S. Walker, 1825 - Literature |
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... honor but of danger wins a scar , As oft it loses all . I will be gone : My being here it is , that holds thee hence . Shall I stay here to do it ? No , no , although The air of Paradise did fan the house , And angels offic'd all I will ...
... honor but of danger wins a scar , As oft it loses all . I will be gone : My being here it is , that holds thee hence . Shall I stay here to do it ? No , no , although The air of Paradise did fan the house , And angels offic'd all I will ...
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... Honor ought to be conferred on Merit only . Why then to thee , thou silver treasure- house ; Tell me once more what title thou dost bear : " Who chooseth me , shall get as much as he deserves . " And well said too ; for who shall go ...
... Honor ought to be conferred on Merit only . Why then to thee , thou silver treasure- house ; Tell me once more what title thou dost bear : " Who chooseth me , shall get as much as he deserves . " And well said too ; for who shall go ...
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... honor , And by those claim their greatness , not by blood . [ when Nor shall this peace sleep with her ; but , as The bird of wonder dies , the maiden phoenix , Her ashes new create another heir , As great in admiration as herself ; Who ...
... honor , And by those claim their greatness , not by blood . [ when Nor shall this peace sleep with her ; but , as The bird of wonder dies , the maiden phoenix , Her ashes new create another heir , As great in admiration as herself ; Who ...
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