PoetryVicesimus Knox S. Walker, 1825 - Literature |
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... night as this , When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees , And they did make no noise ; in such a night , Troilus , methinks , mounted the Trojan wall , And sigh'd his soul towards the Grecian tents , Where Cressid ' lay that night ...
... night as this , When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees , And they did make no noise ; in such a night , Troilus , methinks , mounted the Trojan wall , And sigh'd his soul towards the Grecian tents , Where Cressid ' lay that night ...
Page 88
... night , Like a rich jewel in an Ęthiop's ear : Beauty too rich for use , for earth too dear ! So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows , As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows . Without that title . Romeo , doff thy name ; And for that ...
... night , Like a rich jewel in an Ęthiop's ear : Beauty too rich for use , for earth too dear ! So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows , As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows . Without that title . Romeo , doff thy name ; And for that ...
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... night ; It is too rash , too unadvis'd , too sudden ; [ be , Too like the lightning , which doth cease to Ere one can say , it lightens . Sweet , good night ! This bud of love , by summer's ripening breath , May prove a beauteous flow'r ...
... night ; It is too rash , too unadvis'd , too sudden ; [ be , Too like the lightning , which doth cease to Ere one can say , it lightens . Sweet , good night ! This bud of love , by summer's ripening breath , May prove a beauteous flow'r ...
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