PoetryVicesimus Knox S. Walker, 1825 |
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Էջ 47
... hold , hold , And you , my sinews , grow not instant old , But bear me stiffly up ! Remember thee ? O what a rogue and peasant slave am I ! Is it not monstrous , that this player here , But in a fiction , in a dream of passion , Could ...
... hold , hold , And you , my sinews , grow not instant old , But bear me stiffly up ! Remember thee ? O what a rogue and peasant slave am I ! Is it not monstrous , that this player here , But in a fiction , in a dream of passion , Could ...
Էջ 146
... hold , And in his lap a heap of coin he told ; For of his wicked pelf his god he made , And unto hell himself for money sold : Accursed usury was all his trade , shew , Thereby more lovers unto her to call ; Nath less , more heavenly ...
... hold , And in his lap a heap of coin he told ; For of his wicked pelf his god he made , And unto hell himself for money sold : Accursed usury was all his trade , shew , Thereby more lovers unto her to call ; Nath less , more heavenly ...
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... hold my love so small ? No ; a thousand times I'll perish ! My curst rival too shall fall . " Canst thou , wilt thou , yield thus to them ? O , break forth , and fly to me ! This fond heart shall bleed to save thee , These fond arms ...
... hold my love so small ? No ; a thousand times I'll perish ! My curst rival too shall fall . " Canst thou , wilt thou , yield thus to them ? O , break forth , and fly to me ! This fond heart shall bleed to save thee , These fond arms ...
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