PoetryVicesimus Knox S. Walker, 1825 - Literature |
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... noble girls ! -Ah women , women ! Look , Our lamp is spent , it's out : -Good sirs , take heart : [ what ' s noble , We'll bury him and then , what's brave , Let's do it after the high Roman fashion , And make death proud to take us ...
... noble girls ! -Ah women , women ! Look , Our lamp is spent , it's out : -Good sirs , take heart : [ what ' s noble , We'll bury him and then , what's brave , Let's do it after the high Roman fashion , And make death proud to take us ...
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... noble cunning . You were used to load me With precepts that would make invincible The heart that conn'd them . On Common Friendships . Oh , world , thy slippery turns ! Friends now fast sworn , Whose double bosoms seem to wear one heart ...
... noble cunning . You were used to load me With precepts that would make invincible The heart that conn'd them . On Common Friendships . Oh , world , thy slippery turns ! Friends now fast sworn , Whose double bosoms seem to wear one heart ...
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... noble captain Floats along thy willow'd shore . All beside thy limpid waters , All beside thy sand so bright , Moorish chiefs , and Christian warriors , Join'd in fierce and mortal fight . Lords and dukes , and noble princes , On thy ...
... noble captain Floats along thy willow'd shore . All beside thy limpid waters , All beside thy sand so bright , Moorish chiefs , and Christian warriors , Join'd in fierce and mortal fight . Lords and dukes , and noble princes , On thy ...
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