PoetryVicesimus Knox S. Walker, 1825 - Literature |
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Page 139
... side to side , My daily walks and ancient neighborhood ; And if your stray - attendants be yet lodg'd , Or shroud within these limits , I shall know Ere morrow wake , or the low - roosted lark Dwell'st here with Pan , or Sylvan , by ...
... side to side , My daily walks and ancient neighborhood ; And if your stray - attendants be yet lodg'd , Or shroud within these limits , I shall know Ere morrow wake , or the low - roosted lark Dwell'st here with Pan , or Sylvan , by ...
Page 253
... side by side . " My stockings there I often knit , My kerchief there I hem ; And there upon the ground I sit- I sit and sing to them . " And often after sun - set , sir , When it is light and fair , I take my little porringer , And eat ...
... side by side . " My stockings there I often knit , My kerchief there I hem ; And there upon the ground I sit- I sit and sing to them . " And often after sun - set , sir , When it is light and fair , I take my little porringer , And eat ...
Page 255
... Side . THE hearth was clean , the fire was clear , The kettle on for tea ; Palemon , in his elbow chair , As blest as man could be . Clarinda , who his heart possess'd , And was his new made bride , With head reclin'd upon his breast ...
... Side . THE hearth was clean , the fire was clear , The kettle on for tea ; Palemon , in his elbow chair , As blest as man could be . Clarinda , who his heart possess'd , And was his new made bride , With head reclin'd upon his breast ...
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