PoetryVicesimus Knox S. Walker, 1825 - Literature |
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... spirit Commits itself to yours to be direct , As from her lord , her governor , her king . Lovers ' Thoughts compared to the inarticulate Joys of a Crowd . Bass . Madam , you have bereft me of all words ; Only my blood speaks to you in ...
... spirit Commits itself to yours to be direct , As from her lord , her governor , her king . Lovers ' Thoughts compared to the inarticulate Joys of a Crowd . Bass . Madam , you have bereft me of all words ; Only my blood speaks to you in ...
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... spirit have so fair a house , [ a temple : Good things will strive to dwell with ' t . A Lover's Speech . My spirits , as in a dream , are all bound up . My father's loss , the weakness which I feel , The wreck of all my friends , or ...
... spirit have so fair a house , [ a temple : Good things will strive to dwell with ' t . A Lover's Speech . My spirits , as in a dream , are all bound up . My father's loss , the weakness which I feel , The wreck of all my friends , or ...
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... spirit : Romans [ books , But life , being weary of these worldly bars , Mark him , and write his speeches in their Never lacks power to dismiss itself . Alas ! it cried- " Give me some drink , Titi- nius " - As a sick girl . Ye gods ...
... spirit : Romans [ books , But life , being weary of these worldly bars , Mark him , and write his speeches in their Never lacks power to dismiss itself . Alas ! it cried- " Give me some drink , Titi- nius " - As a sick girl . Ye gods ...
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