PoetryVicesimus Knox S. Walker, 1825 - Literature |
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Page 65
... never , never Must I behold my pretty Arthur more . [ grief . Pand . You hold too heinous a respect of Const . He talks to me , that never had a son . K. Phil . You are as fond of grief as of your child . [ child , Const . Grief fills ...
... never , never Must I behold my pretty Arthur more . [ grief . Pand . You hold too heinous a respect of Const . He talks to me , that never had a son . K. Phil . You are as fond of grief as of your child . [ child , Const . Grief fills ...
Page 129
... Never remits , but everlasting burns , Burns unextinguished in the deeps of Hell . Jealous , implacable- Tam . Peace ... never , never will be thine , although The feast , the blessing , and the song were past , Though Absalom and David ...
... Never remits , but everlasting burns , Burns unextinguished in the deeps of Hell . Jealous , implacable- Tam . Peace ... never , never will be thine , although The feast , the blessing , and the song were past , Though Absalom and David ...
Page 222
... never dines at home , With reason too , no doubt- In truth , Jack never dines at all , Unless invited out . To Chloe . PETER PINDAR . DEAR Chloe , well I know the swain , Who gladly would embrace thy chain , And who , alas ! can blame ...
... never dines at home , With reason too , no doubt- In truth , Jack never dines at all , Unless invited out . To Chloe . PETER PINDAR . DEAR Chloe , well I know the swain , Who gladly would embrace thy chain , And who , alas ! can blame ...
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