PoetryVicesimus Knox S. Walker, 1825 |
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... lov'd- Or if thou hast not broke from company Abruptly , as my passion now makes me , Thou hast not lov'd- Description of a Fool , and his Morals on the Time . Jaques . As I do live by food , I met a fool ; Who laid him down , and bask ...
... lov'd- Or if thou hast not broke from company Abruptly , as my passion now makes me , Thou hast not lov'd- Description of a Fool , and his Morals on the Time . Jaques . As I do live by food , I met a fool ; Who laid him down , and bask ...
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... lov'd me for the dangers I had pass'd ; And I lov'd her , that she did pity them . Perfect Content . O my soul's joy ! If after ev'ry tempest come such calms , May the winds blow till they have waken'd death , And let the laboring bark ...
... lov'd me for the dangers I had pass'd ; And I lov'd her , that she did pity them . Perfect Content . O my soul's joy ! If after ev'ry tempest come such calms , May the winds blow till they have waken'd death , And let the laboring bark ...
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... lov'd , away is fled ; War shall leave his iron bed ; To your arms , avengers dread ! Strike , oh strike at tyranny . For our homes , our all , our name ! Blast again the tyrant's aim ; Britain's wrongs swift vengeance claim ; Rush to ...
... lov'd , away is fled ; War shall leave his iron bed ; To your arms , avengers dread ! Strike , oh strike at tyranny . For our homes , our all , our name ! Blast again the tyrant's aim ; Britain's wrongs swift vengeance claim ; Rush to ...
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