PoetryVicesimus Knox S. Walker, 1825 - Literature |
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... true obedience , justly his ; And a poor recompense for all his favors . Implacable he is not ; contrite man Ne'er found him so . Had . But others have , If oracles be true . Tam . Little we know Of them ; and nothing of their dire ...
... true obedience , justly his ; And a poor recompense for all his favors . Implacable he is not ; contrite man Ne'er found him so . Had . But others have , If oracles be true . Tam . Little we know Of them ; and nothing of their dire ...
Page 295
... true ! " And art thou dead , thou much - lov'd youth ? And didst thou die for me ? Then farewell , home ! for evermore A pilgrim I will be . " But first upon my true - love's grave My weary limbs I'll lay ; And thrice I'll kiss the ...
... true ! " And art thou dead , thou much - lov'd youth ? And didst thou die for me ? Then farewell , home ! for evermore A pilgrim I will be . " But first upon my true - love's grave My weary limbs I'll lay ; And thrice I'll kiss the ...
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... true love's regarded , I am the man ; and thus may still True lovers be rewarded ! " The wars are o'er , and I'm come hame , And find thee still true - hearted ! Though poor in gear , we're rich in love , And mair we'se ne'er be parted ...
... true love's regarded , I am the man ; and thus may still True lovers be rewarded ! " The wars are o'er , and I'm come hame , And find thee still true - hearted ! Though poor in gear , we're rich in love , And mair we'se ne'er be parted ...
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