PoetryVicesimus Knox S. Walker, 1825 |
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... tears : Those at her father's churlish feet she ten- der'd ; With them , upon her knees , her humble self ; Wringing her hands , whose whiteness so be- came them , As if but now they waxed pale for woe : * But neither bended knees ...
... tears : Those at her father's churlish feet she ten- der'd ; With them , upon her knees , her humble self ; Wringing her hands , whose whiteness so be- came them , As if but now they waxed pale for woe : * But neither bended knees ...
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... tears , when thus , with lifted eyes , Was once my heart insensible to thee . Address'd to Heaven : Thou ever - living Pow'r , " How had it stain'd the honors of my name Look down propitious , Sire of gods and men ! To hesitate a moment ...
... tears , when thus , with lifted eyes , Was once my heart insensible to thee . Address'd to Heaven : Thou ever - living Pow'r , " How had it stain'd the honors of my name Look down propitious , Sire of gods and men ! To hesitate a moment ...
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... tears be- dew'd thy hearse . Ode . THOMSON . TELL me , thou soul of her I love , Ah ! tell me whither art thou fled ? To what delightful world above , Appointed for the happy dead ? Or dost thou free at pleasure roam , And sometimes ...
... tears be- dew'd thy hearse . Ode . THOMSON . TELL me , thou soul of her I love , Ah ! tell me whither art thou fled ? To what delightful world above , Appointed for the happy dead ? Or dost thou free at pleasure roam , And sometimes ...
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