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My sire was stone ; but my dark blood Ran its round like a fiery flood , Rushing through every tingling vein , And flaming ever at man's disdain ; Ready to give back , night or morn , Hate for hate , and scorn for scorn !
My sire was stone ; but my dark blood Ran its round like a fiery flood , Rushing through every tingling vein , And flaming ever at man's disdain ; Ready to give back , night or morn , Hate for hate , and scorn for scorn !
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ROUND the world goes , by day and night , While with it also round go we ; And in the flight of one day's light An image of all life's course we see . Round , round , while thus we go round , The best thing a man can do , Is to make ...
ROUND the world goes , by day and night , While with it also round go we ; And in the flight of one day's light An image of all life's course we see . Round , round , while thus we go round , The best thing a man can do , Is to make ...
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Long as with thee I skimm'd the ground , Nor yet was scorn'd for Lady Jane , No blither nymph tetotum'd round To Collinet's immortal strain . Oh ! ah ! & c . Those happy days are gone - heigho ! HE . With Lady Jane now whirl'd about ...
Long as with thee I skimm'd the ground , Nor yet was scorn'd for Lady Jane , No blither nymph tetotum'd round To Collinet's immortal strain . Oh ! ah ! & c . Those happy days are gone - heigho ! HE . With Lady Jane now whirl'd about ...
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Bibliographic information
| Title | Mirror Library, Issues 1-31 |
| Editors | George Pope Morris, Nathaniel Parker Willis |
| Published | 1843 |
| Original from | Harvard University |
| Digitized | 2 Mar 2007 |
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