PoetryVicesimus Knox S. Walker, 1825 - Literature |
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... light , and then put out the light ! Oth . O , ay ; as summer - flies are in the If I quench thee , thou flaming minister , [ weed , I can again thy former light restore , [ light , Should I repent me ; but once put out thy Thou cunning ...
... light , and then put out the light ! Oth . O , ay ; as summer - flies are in the If I quench thee , thou flaming minister , [ weed , I can again thy former light restore , [ light , Should I repent me ; but once put out thy Thou cunning ...
Page 141
... Light , the prime work of God , to me is extinct , And all her various objects of delight [ eas'd , Annull'd , which might in part my grief have Inferior to the vilest now become Of man or worm ; the vilest here excel me ; They creep ...
... Light , the prime work of God , to me is extinct , And all her various objects of delight [ eas'd , Annull'd , which might in part my grief have Inferior to the vilest now become Of man or worm ; the vilest here excel me ; They creep ...
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... light . To me congenial is the gloomy grove , [ shine ; When with faint rays the sloping uplands That gloom , those pensive rays , alike , I love , Whose sadness seems in sympathy with mine ! But most for this , pale orb ! thy light is ...
... light . To me congenial is the gloomy grove , [ shine ; When with faint rays the sloping uplands That gloom , those pensive rays , alike , I love , Whose sadness seems in sympathy with mine ! But most for this , pale orb ! thy light is ...
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