PoetryVicesimus Knox S. Walker, 1825 |
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... LIVE while you live , " the epicure will say , " And take the pleasure of the present day . " " Live while you live , " the sacred preacher cries , " And give to God each moment as it flies . " I live in pleasure when I live to Thee ...
... LIVE while you live , " the epicure will say , " And take the pleasure of the present day . " " Live while you live , " the sacred preacher cries , " And give to God each moment as it flies . " I live in pleasure when I live to Thee ...
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... live , or quickly die ? " Mutual Pity . And what her eyes enthrall'd , her tongue un- Effectual Malice . Of all the ... live : Are children born , we anxious groan ; Childless , our lack of heirs we moan : Wild , giddy schemes our youth ...
... live , or quickly die ? " Mutual Pity . And what her eyes enthrall'd , her tongue un- Effectual Malice . Of all the ... live : Are children born , we anxious groan ; Childless , our lack of heirs we moan : Wild , giddy schemes our youth ...
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... live , you always cry : In what far country does to - morrow lie , That ' tis so mighty long ere it arrive ? Beyond the Indies doth this morrow live ? ' Tis so far - fetch'd , this morrow , that I fear " Twill be both very old , and ...
... live , you always cry : In what far country does to - morrow lie , That ' tis so mighty long ere it arrive ? Beyond the Indies doth this morrow live ? ' Tis so far - fetch'd , this morrow , that I fear " Twill be both very old , and ...
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