Mirror Library, Issues 1-31George Pope Morris, Nathaniel Parker Willis 1843 |
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... arms are round him rolled , The prickly prong has pierced his skin , And the squab has thrown his javelin , The gritty star has rubbed him raw , And the crab has struck with his giant claw ; He howls with rage , and he shrieks with pain ...
... arms are round him rolled , The prickly prong has pierced his skin , And the squab has thrown his javelin , The gritty star has rubbed him raw , And the crab has struck with his giant claw ; He howls with rage , and he shrieks with pain ...
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... arms to find amends For all his sufferings past . " Tis hard when , desolation spread , Death whirls the rapid car ; And those invaded hear , and dread , The thunder of the war . Ah ! then , indeed , friends , children , wife , Have ye ...
... arms to find amends For all his sufferings past . " Tis hard when , desolation spread , Death whirls the rapid car ; And those invaded hear , and dread , The thunder of the war . Ah ! then , indeed , friends , children , wife , Have ye ...
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... arms ; They grasped their weapons as from sleep they sprang , From tent to tent the brazen clangor rang ; The hail , the earthquake , the mysterious light Unnerved their strength , o'erwhelmed them with affright . " Warriors ! to battle ...
... arms ; They grasped their weapons as from sleep they sprang , From tent to tent the brazen clangor rang ; The hail , the earthquake , the mysterious light Unnerved their strength , o'erwhelmed them with affright . " Warriors ! to battle ...
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