PoetryVicesimus Knox S. Walker, 1825 - Literature |
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... tongue In seven short years , that here my only son Knows not my feeble key of untun'd cares ? Though now this grained face of mine be hid In sap - consuming winter's drizzled snow , And all the conduits of my blood froze up : Yet hath ...
... tongue In seven short years , that here my only son Knows not my feeble key of untun'd cares ? Though now this grained face of mine be hid In sap - consuming winter's drizzled snow , And all the conduits of my blood froze up : Yet hath ...
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... Tongue . : Think you a little din can daunt my ears ? Have I not in my time 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 ...
... Tongue . : Think you a little din can daunt my ears ? Have I not in my time 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 ...
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... tongue offends not that reports his death : And he doth sin , that doth belie the dead ; Not he , which says the dead is not alive . Yet the first bringer of unwelcome news Hath but a losing office ; and his tongue Sounds ever after as ...
... tongue offends not that reports his death : And he doth sin , that doth belie the dead ; Not he , which says the dead is not alive . Yet the first bringer of unwelcome news Hath but a losing office ; and his tongue Sounds ever after as ...
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