PoetryVicesimus Knox S. Walker, 1825 |
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... rest upon it . Sometimes the moon on soft night clouds to Here will I hold . If there's a power above ( And that there is all nature cries aloud Through all her works ) , he must delight in virtue ; Simon . Simply , all things that live ...
... rest upon it . Sometimes the moon on soft night clouds to Here will I hold . If there's a power above ( And that there is all nature cries aloud Through all her works ) , he must delight in virtue ; Simon . Simply , all things that live ...
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... rest ! The winged moments , whose unstaying speed No art can stop , or in their course arrest ; Whose flight shall shortly count me with the§ 110. Sonnet to Hope . Miss WILLIAMS . dead , [ rest . O , EVER skill'd to wear the form we ...
... rest ! The winged moments , whose unstaying speed No art can stop , or in their course arrest ; Whose flight shall shortly count me with the§ 110. Sonnet to Hope . Miss WILLIAMS . dead , [ rest . O , EVER skill'd to wear the form we ...
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... rest ; In all detections , Richard first confess'd : Yet , though disgrac'd , he watch'd his time so He rose in favor , when in fame he fell : [ well , Base was his usage , vile his whole employ , And all despis'd and fed the pliant boy ...
... rest ; In all detections , Richard first confess'd : Yet , though disgrac'd , he watch'd his time so He rose in favor , when in fame he fell : [ well , Base was his usage , vile his whole employ , And all despis'd and fed the pliant boy ...
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