PoetryVicesimus Knox S. Walker, 1825 - Literature |
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... beauty , as frosts bite the meads ; Confounds thy fame , as whirlwinds shake fair And in no sense is meet or amiable . [ buds , A woman mov'd is like a fountain troubled , Muddy , ill - seeming , thick , bereft of beauty , And while it ...
... beauty , as frosts bite the meads ; Confounds thy fame , as whirlwinds shake fair And in no sense is meet or amiable . [ buds , A woman mov'd is like a fountain troubled , Muddy , ill - seeming , thick , bereft of beauty , And while it ...
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... beauty still defy decay , Sav'd by th ' historic page , the poet's tender lay ! Till the long night is gone , and the last morn arise . § 108. Sonnet to Twilight . MISS WILLIAMS . MEEK Twilight ! haste to shroud the solar ray , And ...
... beauty still defy decay , Sav'd by th ' historic page , the poet's tender lay ! Till the long night is gone , and the last morn arise . § 108. Sonnet to Twilight . MISS WILLIAMS . MEEK Twilight ! haste to shroud the solar ray , And ...
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... beauty do I question make , That thou among the wastes of time must go , Since sweets and beauties do themselves for- sake , And die as fast as they see others grow ; And nothing ' gainst Time's sithe can make defence , Save breed , to ...
... beauty do I question make , That thou among the wastes of time must go , Since sweets and beauties do themselves for- sake , And die as fast as they see others grow ; And nothing ' gainst Time's sithe can make defence , Save breed , to ...
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