PoetryVicesimus Knox S. Walker, 1825 |
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... Lords , and Attendants . Lady . My royal lord , You do not give the cheer : the feast is sold , That is not often vouch'd , while ' tis a making , " Tis given with welcome : to feed were best at home ; From thence , the sauce to meat is ...
... Lords , and Attendants . Lady . My royal lord , You do not give the cheer : the feast is sold , That is not often vouch'd , while ' tis a making , " Tis given with welcome : to feed were best at home ; From thence , the sauce to meat is ...
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... Lord Randolph's Lord Ran . I ask'd that question , and he answer'd not ; But I must know who my deliverer is . [ To the Stranger . Norv . A low - born man , of parentage ob- scure , Who nought can boast but his desire to be A soldier ...
... Lord Randolph's Lord Ran . I ask'd that question , and he answer'd not ; But I must know who my deliverer is . [ To the Stranger . Norv . A low - born man , of parentage ob- scure , Who nought can boast but his desire to be A soldier ...
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... Lord Ran . ever tale Who was the wonder of our wand'ring swains . Austere and lonely , cruel to himself , Did they report him ; the cold earth his bed , Water his drink , his food the shepherds ' alms . I went to see him ; and my heart ...
... Lord Ran . ever tale Who was the wonder of our wand'ring swains . Austere and lonely , cruel to himself , Did they report him ; the cold earth his bed , Water his drink , his food the shepherds ' alms . I went to see him ; and my heart ...
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