PoetryVicesimus Knox S. Walker, 1825 - Literature |
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... morning name . Proud of their numbers , and secure in soul , The confident and over - lusty French Do the low - rated English play at dice ; And chide the cripple tardy - gaited night , Who , like a foul and ugly witch , doth limp So ...
... morning name . Proud of their numbers , and secure in soul , The confident and over - lusty French Do the low - rated English play at dice ; And chide the cripple tardy - gaited night , Who , like a foul and ugly witch , doth limp So ...
Page 142
... Morning . MILTON . Now the bright morning - star , day's har- binger , [ her Comes dancing from the east , and leads with The flow'ry May , who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip , and the pale primrose . Hail , bounteous May ...
... Morning . MILTON . Now the bright morning - star , day's har- binger , [ her Comes dancing from the east , and leads with The flow'ry May , who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip , and the pale primrose . Hail , bounteous May ...
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... morning dreams presage approaching fate ; And morning dreams , as poets tell , are truc : Led by pale ghosts , I enter death's dark gate , And bid the realms of light and life adieu ! I hear the helpless wail , the shriek of wo ; I see ...
... morning dreams presage approaching fate ; And morning dreams , as poets tell , are truc : Led by pale ghosts , I enter death's dark gate , And bid the realms of light and life adieu ! I hear the helpless wail , the shriek of wo ; I see ...
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