PoetryVicesimus Knox S. Walker, 1825 |
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... feel , I feel them fill me out for fight ! They lift my limbs as feather'd Hermes light ! Or like the bird of glory , tow'ring high [ eye ! Thunder within his grasp , and lightning in his § 9. Gustavus and Cristiern . BROOKE . Crist ...
... feel , I feel them fill me out for fight ! They lift my limbs as feather'd Hermes light ! Or like the bird of glory , tow'ring high [ eye ! Thunder within his grasp , and lightning in his § 9. Gustavus and Cristiern . BROOKE . Crist ...
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... feel in that his comfort and his pride . At length he found , when seventy years were run , His strength departed , and his labor done ; When , save his honest fame , he kept no more , But lost his wife , and saw his children poor ...
... feel in that his comfort and his pride . At length he found , when seventy years were run , His strength departed , and his labor done ; When , save his honest fame , he kept no more , But lost his wife , and saw his children poor ...
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... feel'st a lover's case ; I read it in thy look thy languish'd grace , To me that feel the lithy state descries . Then , even of fellowship , Moon , tell me , Is constant love deem'd there but want of wit ? Are beauties there as proud as ...
... feel'st a lover's case ; I read it in thy look thy languish'd grace , To me that feel the lithy state descries . Then , even of fellowship , Moon , tell me , Is constant love deem'd there but want of wit ? Are beauties there as proud as ...
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