PoetryVicesimus Knox S. Walker, 1825 |
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... wind , thunder , fire , are my daughters : daughter , Or , rather , a disease that's in my flesh , Which I must needs call mine ; thou art a bile , A plague - sore , an imbossed carbuncle , In my corrupted blood ; but I'll not chide ...
... wind , thunder , fire , are my daughters : daughter , Or , rather , a disease that's in my flesh , Which I must needs call mine ; thou art a bile , A plague - sore , an imbossed carbuncle , In my corrupted blood ; but I'll not chide ...
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... winds , waters , all The joyous birds , shrouded in cheerful shade , Their notes unto the voice attemper'd sweet ; Th ... wind low answered to all . The while , some one did chaunt this lovely lay ; " Ah see , whoso fair thing dost fain ...
... winds , waters , all The joyous birds , shrouded in cheerful shade , Their notes unto the voice attemper'd sweet ; Th ... wind low answered to all . The while , some one did chaunt this lovely lay ; " Ah see , whoso fair thing dost fain ...
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... winds do blow . We bring home costly merchandise , And jewels of great price , To serve our English gallantry , With many a rare device ; To please our English gallantry , Our pains we freely show , For we toil and we moil , When the ...
... winds do blow . We bring home costly merchandise , And jewels of great price , To serve our English gallantry , With many a rare device ; To please our English gallantry , Our pains we freely show , For we toil and we moil , When the ...
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