PoetryVicesimus Knox S. Walker, 1825 |
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... soft calm upon my troubled breast ; And oft I think , fair planet of the night ! That in thy orb the wretched may have rest ; The sufferers of the earth perhaps may go , Releas'd by death , to thy benignant sphere ; And the sad children ...
... soft calm upon my troubled breast ; And oft I think , fair planet of the night ! That in thy orb the wretched may have rest ; The sufferers of the earth perhaps may go , Releas'd by death , to thy benignant sphere ; And the sad children ...
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... soft pains of my breast I'd steal an ambrosial kiss . " Tis she does the virgins excel , No beauty with her can compare ; Love's graces all round her do dwell , .. She's fairest where thousands are fair . Say , charmer , where do thy ...
... soft pains of my breast I'd steal an ambrosial kiss . " Tis she does the virgins excel , No beauty with her can compare ; Love's graces all round her do dwell , .. She's fairest where thousands are fair . Say , charmer , where do thy ...
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... soft slum- bers , repair , Spread your downy wings o'er her , and make her your care ; " Let me be left restless , mine eyes never close , So the sleep that I lose give my dear one repose . " Sweet stream ! if you chance by her pillow ...
... soft slum- bers , repair , Spread your downy wings o'er her , and make her your care ; " Let me be left restless , mine eyes never close , So the sleep that I lose give my dear one repose . " Sweet stream ! if you chance by her pillow ...
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