PoetryVicesimus Knox S. Walker, 1825 - Literature |
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... kind reprieve ; In hopes you'll have no more to say , But , when I call again this way , Well pleas'd the world will leave . " To these conditions both consented , And parted perfectly contented . What next the hero of our tale befell ...
... kind reprieve ; In hopes you'll have no more to say , But , when I call again this way , Well pleas'd the world will leave . " To these conditions both consented , And parted perfectly contented . What next the hero of our tale befell ...
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... kind ? To my sweet native village , so far , far away , I can never more return with my poor dog Tray . $ 91 . Ye Mariners of England . A Naval Ode . CAMPBELL . YE Mariners of England ! That guard our native seas ; Whose flag has braved ...
... kind ? To my sweet native village , so far , far away , I can never more return with my poor dog Tray . $ 91 . Ye Mariners of England . A Naval Ode . CAMPBELL . YE Mariners of England ! That guard our native seas ; Whose flag has braved ...
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... kind of death . " " We trimmers are for holding all things even . " 66 Yes , just like him that hung ' twixt hell and heaven . " " Have we not had men's lives enough already ? " " Yes , sure ; but you're for holding all things steady ...
... kind of death . " " We trimmers are for holding all things even . " 66 Yes , just like him that hung ' twixt hell and heaven . " " Have we not had men's lives enough already ? " " Yes , sure ; but you're for holding all things steady ...
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