PoetryVicesimus Knox S. Walker, 1825 - Literature |
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... lost a father ; No more . That father lost , lost his ; and the survivor In filial obligation , for some term [ bound , To do obsequious sorrow . But to persevere In obstinate condolement , is a course Of impious stubbornness ; ' tis ...
... lost a father ; No more . That father lost , lost his ; and the survivor In filial obligation , for some term [ bound , To do obsequious sorrow . But to persevere In obstinate condolement , is a course Of impious stubbornness ; ' tis ...
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... lost Why , I have lost him too . [ him , Oth . Had it pleased Heaven To try me with affliction ; had he rain'd All kinds of sores , and shames , on my bare Steep'd me in poverty to the very lips ; [ head ; Given to captivity me and my ...
... lost Why , I have lost him too . [ him , Oth . Had it pleased Heaven To try me with affliction ; had he rain'd All kinds of sores , and shames , on my bare Steep'd me in poverty to the very lips ; [ head ; Given to captivity me and my ...
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... lost ! " said the Fiend , and he shook like a leaf ; When , casting his eyes to the ground , He saw the lost pupils of Ellen with grief In the jaws of a mouse , and the sly little thief Whisk away from his sight with a bound . " I am lost ...
... lost ! " said the Fiend , and he shook like a leaf ; When , casting his eyes to the ground , He saw the lost pupils of Ellen with grief In the jaws of a mouse , and the sly little thief Whisk away from his sight with a bound . " I am lost ...
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