PoetryVicesimus Knox S. Walker, 1825 |
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... thought fit To publish it to all the nation : Sure John and I are more than quit . Good Music and bad Dancers . How ill the motion with the music suits ! The French Poet . WHEN old Elijah , as the Scriptures say , Triumphant mounted to ...
... thought fit To publish it to all the nation : Sure John and I are more than quit . Good Music and bad Dancers . How ill the motion with the music suits ! The French Poet . WHEN old Elijah , as the Scriptures say , Triumphant mounted to ...
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... thought , or like a dream , Or like the gliding of the stream ; E'en such is man , who lives by breath , Is here , now there , in life and death : The bubble's burst , the look's forgot , The shuttle's flung , the writing's blot ; The ...
... thought , or like a dream , Or like the gliding of the stream ; E'en such is man , who lives by breath , Is here , now there , in life and death : The bubble's burst , the look's forgot , The shuttle's flung , the writing's blot ; The ...
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... thought , but it might not be so , he moon , half extinct , a dim crescent dis - She gaz'd , as I slowly withdrew ; " Twas with pain when she saw me depart . plays ; She shone , and the planets were lost in her So sweetly she bade me ...
... thought , but it might not be so , he moon , half extinct , a dim crescent dis - She gaz'd , as I slowly withdrew ; " Twas with pain when she saw me depart . plays ; She shone , and the planets were lost in her So sweetly she bade me ...
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