PoetryVicesimus Knox S. Walker, 1825 |
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... round about him The bashfull blood her snowy cheeks did die , Till Alma him bespake , Why wonder yee , To. near To th ' upper part , where was advanced hie A stately seat of soveraigne majestie , And thereon sate a woman gorgeous gay ...
... round about him The bashfull blood her snowy cheeks did die , Till Alma him bespake , Why wonder yee , To. near To th ' upper part , where was advanced hie A stately seat of soveraigne majestie , And thereon sate a woman gorgeous gay ...
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... Round an holy calm diffusing , Love of peace and lonely musing , In hollow murmurs died away . But , O , how alter'd was its sprightlier tone , When Cheerfulness , a nymph of healthiest hue , Her bow across her shoulder flung , Her ...
... Round an holy calm diffusing , Love of peace and lonely musing , In hollow murmurs died away . But , O , how alter'd was its sprightlier tone , When Cheerfulness , a nymph of healthiest hue , Her bow across her shoulder flung , Her ...
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... round his visage wears ; Nor Milton's six - wing'd + angel gathers Such superfluity of feathers . Now all complete appears our ' Squire , Like Gorgon or Chimæra dire ; Nor more could boast on Plato's ‡ plan To rank among the race of man ...
... round his visage wears ; Nor Milton's six - wing'd + angel gathers Such superfluity of feathers . Now all complete appears our ' Squire , Like Gorgon or Chimæra dire ; Nor more could boast on Plato's ‡ plan To rank among the race of man ...
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Ajax arms art thou bear beauty behold blood breast breath bright Brutus Cæsar call'd Cassius cheek Comus Cymbeline dead dear death Decius didst dost doth dread dream earth ev'ry eyes fair father fear fire flow'rs gentle give gods gold grace grief Hadad hand hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hell honor hour Iago king Lady light live look lord lov'd lyre Macb Macbeth Macd Marcian mind moon Muse nature ne'er never night noble nymph o'er Othello Pandarus peace pity poor pow'r pride prince Rome round seem'd SHAKSPEARE sight sleep smile soft Sonnet sorrow soul speak spide spirit stamp'd sweet sword tears tell thee thine things thou art thou hast thought thyself tongue twas Tybalt unto Vent vex'd virtue voice weep wind wretched youth