PoetryVicesimus Knox S. Walker, 1825 |
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... Earth , and topples To loathe the taste of sweetness , whereof a Steeples and moss - grown towers . [ down More than a little is by much too much . Slept in his face , and rendered such aspect As. And pluck up drowned Honor by the locks ...
... Earth , and topples To loathe the taste of sweetness , whereof a Steeples and moss - grown towers . [ down More than a little is by much too much . Slept in his face , and rendered such aspect As. And pluck up drowned Honor by the locks ...
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... earth , And do thee favor with my royal hands . Feed not thy sovereign's foe , my gentle earth , Nor with thy sweets comfort his rav'nous sense : But let thy spiders that suck up thy venom , And heavy gaited toads , lie in their way ...
... earth , And do thee favor with my royal hands . Feed not thy sovereign's foe , my gentle earth , Nor with thy sweets comfort his rav'nous sense : But let thy spiders that suck up thy venom , And heavy gaited toads , lie in their way ...
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... earth , This truth survives alone : - That joy and grief , and hope and fear , Alternate triumph'd in his breast ; His bliss and woe , -a smile , a tear ! -Oblivion hides the rest . The bounding pulse , the languid limb , The changing ...
... earth , This truth survives alone : - That joy and grief , and hope and fear , Alternate triumph'd in his breast ; His bliss and woe , -a smile , a tear ! -Oblivion hides the rest . The bounding pulse , the languid limb , The changing ...
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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