PoetryVicesimus Knox S. Walker, 1825 - Literature |
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Page 125
... sure : I heard them roar : All turn'd their sides , and to each other spoke : I saw their words break out in fire and smoke . Sure ' tis their voice that thunders from on high , And these the younger brothers of the sky : Deaf with the ...
... sure : I heard them roar : All turn'd their sides , and to each other spoke : I saw their words break out in fire and smoke . Sure ' tis their voice that thunders from on high , And these the younger brothers of the sky : Deaf with the ...
Page 245
... sure and thriving trade ; Though patients die , the doctor's paid : Licens'd to kill , he gains a palace For what another mounts a gallows . In shady groves the muses play , And love in flow'ry meads to stray ; Pleas'd with a bleaky ...
... sure and thriving trade ; Though patients die , the doctor's paid : Licens'd to kill , he gains a palace For what another mounts a gallows . In shady groves the muses play , And love in flow'ry meads to stray ; Pleas'd with a bleaky ...
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... sure no man E'er saw so strange a battle . The rebel * vales , the rebel dales , With rebel trees surrounded , The distant woods , the hills and floods , With rebel echoes sounded . The fish below swam to and fro , Attack'd from ev'ry ...
... sure no man E'er saw so strange a battle . The rebel * vales , the rebel dales , With rebel trees surrounded , The distant woods , the hills and floods , With rebel echoes sounded . The fish below swam to and fro , Attack'd from ev'ry ...
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