PoetryVicesimus Knox S. Walker, 1825 |
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... dead ; Not he , which says the dead is not alive . Yet the first bringer of unwelcome news Hath but a losing office ; and his tongue Sounds ever after as a sullen bell , Remember'd knolling a departing friend . Greater Griefs destroy ...
... dead ; Not he , which says the dead is not alive . Yet the first bringer of unwelcome news Hath but a losing office ; and his tongue Sounds ever after as a sullen bell , Remember'd knolling a departing friend . Greater Griefs destroy ...
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... dead Oh ! lift me as a wave , a leaf , a cloud ! Thou , from whose unseen presence the leaves I fall upon the thorns of life ! I bleed : Are driven , like ghosts from an enchanter flee- A heavy weight of hours has chained and bow- ed ...
... dead Oh ! lift me as a wave , a leaf , a cloud ! Thou , from whose unseen presence the leaves I fall upon the thorns of life ! I bleed : Are driven , like ghosts from an enchanter flee- A heavy weight of hours has chained and bow- ed ...
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... dead , and laid in his grave , For ever to remain . " His cheek was redder than the rose ; The comeliest youth was he . But he is dead , and laid in his grave , Alas ! and woe is me ! " " L ' Sigh no more , lady , sigh no more , Men ...
... dead , and laid in his grave , For ever to remain . " His cheek was redder than the rose ; The comeliest youth was he . But he is dead , and laid in his grave , Alas ! and woe is me ! " " L ' Sigh no more , lady , sigh no more , Men ...
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