PoetryVicesimus Knox S. Walker, 1825 - Literature |
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... seen , and felt the crueltie Of his sharp darts , and hot artillerie ; And every one threw forth reproaches rife Of his mischievous deeds , and said , that hee Was the disturber of all civil life , And those which therein bathed , mote ...
... seen , and felt the crueltie Of his sharp darts , and hot artillerie ; And every one threw forth reproaches rife Of his mischievous deeds , and said , that hee Was the disturber of all civil life , And those which therein bathed , mote ...
Page 204
... seen : Their liquor is blood , and this horrible stave They howl : " To the health of Alonzo the Brave , And his consort , the false Imogene . " § 182. Sonnet . SHAKSPEARE . WHEN I do count the clock that tells the time , And see the ...
... seen : Their liquor is blood , and this horrible stave They howl : " To the health of Alonzo the Brave , And his consort , the false Imogene . " § 182. Sonnet . SHAKSPEARE . WHEN I do count the clock that tells the time , And see the ...
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... seen Much of the vanities of men , And , sick of having seen ' em , Would cheerfully these limbs resign For such a pair of wings as thine , And such a head between ' em . We are Seven . WORDSWORTH . -A SIMPLE child That lightly draws ...
... seen Much of the vanities of men , And , sick of having seen ' em , Would cheerfully these limbs resign For such a pair of wings as thine , And such a head between ' em . We are Seven . WORDSWORTH . -A SIMPLE child That lightly draws ...
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