PoetryVicesimus Knox S. Walker, 1825 |
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Արդյունքներ 83–ի 1-ից 3-ը:
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... Falling Greatness . ; Nay , then farewell ! [ greatness ; I have touch'd the highest point of all my And , from that full meridian of my glory , I haste now to my setting . I shall fall , Like a bright exhalation in the evening , And no ...
... Falling Greatness . ; Nay , then farewell ! [ greatness ; I have touch'd the highest point of all my And , from that full meridian of my glory , I haste now to my setting . I shall fall , Like a bright exhalation in the evening , And no ...
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... fall , And flew about his heels in wanton wise , Not fit for speedy pace or manly exercise . The foe of life , that good envies to all , That secretly doth us procure to fall , Through guileful semblaunce which he makes He of this ...
... fall , And flew about his heels in wanton wise , Not fit for speedy pace or manly exercise . The foe of life , that good envies to all , That secretly doth us procure to fall , Through guileful semblaunce which he makes He of this ...
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... fall , with difference discreet , Now soft , now loud , unto the wind did call ; The gentle warbling wind low ... falls away . " So passeth , in the passing of a day , Of mortal life the leaf , the bud , the flower , Nor more doth ...
... fall , with difference discreet , Now soft , now loud , unto the wind did call ; The gentle warbling wind low ... falls away . " So passeth , in the passing of a day , Of mortal life the leaf , the bud , the flower , Nor more doth ...
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