PoetryVicesimus Knox S. Walker, 1825 - Literature |
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Page 128
... voices from the hills . Tam . The sounds I mean , Tam . Our Prophet teaches so , till man rebelled . [ Heaven Had . Mighty ... voice Thunders the doom of nations , who can check 1. L ' Allegro . MILTON . HENCE , loathed 128 [ BOOK 111 ...
... voices from the hills . Tam . The sounds I mean , Tam . Our Prophet teaches so , till man rebelled . [ Heaven Had . Mighty ... voice Thunders the doom of nations , who can check 1. L ' Allegro . MILTON . HENCE , loathed 128 [ BOOK 111 ...
Page 192
... voice ; Both are welcome , grief or joy , I with either sport and toy . Though a lady , I am stout , Drums and trumpets bring me out ; Then I clash , and roar , and rattle , Join in all the din of battle . Jove , with all his loudest ...
... voice ; Both are welcome , grief or joy , I with either sport and toy . Though a lady , I am stout , Drums and trumpets bring me out ; Then I clash , and roar , and rattle , Join in all the din of battle . Jove , with all his loudest ...
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... voices are there ; one is of the sea , One of the mountains ; each a mighty voice : In both from age to age thou didst rejoice , They were thy chosen music , Liberty ! There came a Tyrant , and with holy glee Thou fought'st against him ...
... voices are there ; one is of the sea , One of the mountains ; each a mighty voice : In both from age to age thou didst rejoice , They were thy chosen music , Liberty ! There came a Tyrant , and with holy glee Thou fought'st against him ...
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