PoetryVicesimus Knox S. Walker, 1825 |
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... comes it , How comes it now , my husband , Oh , how That thou art thus estranged from thyself ? Thyself I call it , being strange to me : That , undividable , incorporate , Am better than thy dear self's better part . Ah , do not tear ...
... comes it , How comes it now , my husband , Oh , how That thou art thus estranged from thyself ? Thyself I call it , being strange to me : That , undividable , incorporate , Am better than thy dear self's better part . Ah , do not tear ...
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... Comes hame , perhaps , to shew a braw new Or deposite her sair - won penny - fee , [ gown , To help her parents dear , if they in hardship be . Wi ' joy unfeign'd brothers and sisters meet , A cannie errand to a neebor town : An ' each ...
... Comes hame , perhaps , to shew a braw new Or deposite her sair - won penny - fee , [ gown , To help her parents dear , if they in hardship be . Wi ' joy unfeign'd brothers and sisters meet , A cannie errand to a neebor town : An ' each ...
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... comes to my heart with a twang , twang , And it comes to my heart with a twang . I am rock to the handsome and pretty , Can only be touch'd by the witty ; And beauty will ogle in vain : The way to my heart's through my brain . Let all ...
... comes to my heart with a twang , twang , And it comes to my heart with a twang . I am rock to the handsome and pretty , Can only be touch'd by the witty ; And beauty will ogle in vain : The way to my heart's through my brain . Let all ...
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