PoetryVicesimus Knox S. Walker, 1825 - Literature |
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... heard lions roar ? Have I not heard the sea , puff'd up with winds , Rage like an angry boar , chafed with sweat ? Have I not heard great ordnance in the field ? And heaven's artillery thunder in the skies ? Have I not in a pitched battle , ...
... heard lions roar ? Have I not heard the sea , puff'd up with winds , Rage like an angry boar , chafed with sweat ? Have I not heard great ordnance in the field ? And heaven's artillery thunder in the skies ? Have I not in a pitched battle , ...
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... heard the owls scream and the Did not you speak ? Macb . When ? Lady . Now . Macb . As I descended ? Lady . Ay . [ ber ? Macb . Hark ! who lies i ' the second cham- Lady . Donalbain . me , Knocking within . Macb . Whence is that ...
... heard the owls scream and the Did not you speak ? Macb . When ? Lady . Now . Macb . As I descended ? Lady . Ay . [ ber ? Macb . Hark ! who lies i ' the second cham- Lady . Donalbain . me , Knocking within . Macb . Whence is that ...
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... heard ; There is a trampling heard , as of horses tread- ing slow , And a weeping voice of women , and a heavy sound of woe . " What tower is fall'n , what star is set , what chief come these bewailing ? " Wet is each eye as they go by ...
... heard ; There is a trampling heard , as of horses tread- ing slow , And a weeping voice of women , and a heavy sound of woe . " What tower is fall'n , what star is set , what chief come these bewailing ? " Wet is each eye as they go by ...
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