PoetryVicesimus Knox S. Walker, 1825 |
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Էջ 44
... grave : thou shalt not lack The flow'r that ' s like thy face , pale primrose ; nor The azur'd hare - bell , like ... graves stood tenantless , and the sheeted Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets ; Stars shone with trains of fire ...
... grave : thou shalt not lack The flow'r that ' s like thy face , pale primrose ; nor The azur'd hare - bell , like ... graves stood tenantless , and the sheeted Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets ; Stars shone with trains of fire ...
Էջ 92
... grave wrinkled senate from the bench , And minister in their steads ! to general filths Convert o ' the instant , green virginity ! fast ; With worms that are thy chambermaids - O , Do ' t in your parents ' eyes ! Bankrupts , hold Will ...
... grave wrinkled senate from the bench , And minister in their steads ! to general filths Convert o ' the instant , green virginity ! fast ; With worms that are thy chambermaids - O , Do ' t in your parents ' eyes ! Bankrupts , hold Will ...
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... grave , For ever to remain . " His cheek was redder than the rose ; The comeliest youth was he . But he is dead , and laid in his grave , Alas ! and woe is me ! " " L ' Sigh no more , lady , sigh no more , Men were deceivers ever ; One ...
... grave , For ever to remain . " His cheek was redder than the rose ; The comeliest youth was he . But he is dead , and laid in his grave , Alas ! and woe is me ! " " L ' Sigh no more , lady , sigh no more , Men were deceivers ever ; One ...
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