PoetryVicesimus Knox S. Walker, 1825 - Literature |
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... Nature . How hard it is , to hide the sparks of nature ! These boys know little , they are sons to th ' king ; Nor Cymbeline dreams that they are alive . They think they're mine : and though train'd up thus meanly I could not miss my ...
... Nature . How hard it is , to hide the sparks of nature ! These boys know little , they are sons to th ' king ; Nor Cymbeline dreams that they are alive . They think they're mine : and though train'd up thus meanly I could not miss my ...
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... NATURE and nature's laws lay hid in night God said , " Let Newton be ! " and all was light . 1 From COWLEY . HERE lies the great . False marble , tell me where : Nothing but poor and sordid dust lies here . On a Young Lady . MALLET ...
... NATURE and nature's laws lay hid in night God said , " Let Newton be ! " and all was light . 1 From COWLEY . HERE lies the great . False marble , tell me where : Nothing but poor and sordid dust lies here . On a Young Lady . MALLET ...
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... nature touch thee , drop a tear : - If neither move thee , turn away ; For Hogarth's honor'd dust lies here . Epitaph on Paul Whitehead , Esq . HERE lies a man misfortune could not bend ; Prais'd as a poet , honor'd as a friend . Though ...
... nature touch thee , drop a tear : - If neither move thee , turn away ; For Hogarth's honor'd dust lies here . Epitaph on Paul Whitehead , Esq . HERE lies a man misfortune could not bend ; Prais'd as a poet , honor'd as a friend . Though ...
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