The Lyre: Fugitive Poetry of the Xixth CenturyJ. Sharpe, 1830 - 360 páginas |
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... ne'er neglect Το pray for mercy on the ' elect , But thought no evil In sending heathen , Turk , and sect All to the devil . Poor skull , thy fingers set a - blaze , With silver saint in golden rays , The holy missal ; thou didst craze ...
... ne'er neglect Το pray for mercy on the ' elect , But thought no evil In sending heathen , Turk , and sect All to the devil . Poor skull , thy fingers set a - blaze , With silver saint in golden rays , The holy missal ; thou didst craze ...
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... ne'er were balk'd of , Matters not worth remembering , And seldom talk'd of . Enough ! why need I farther pore ? This corner holds at least a score , And yonder twice as many more Of reverend brothers ; ' Tis the same story o'er and o ...
... ne'er were balk'd of , Matters not worth remembering , And seldom talk'd of . Enough ! why need I farther pore ? This corner holds at least a score , And yonder twice as many more Of reverend brothers ; ' Tis the same story o'er and o ...
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... ne'er rise the burning lids to steep ; But to those petty wrongs which half defy Human forbearance , she can make reply With a proud lip , and a contemptuous eye . There is a speaking sadness in her air , A tinge of languor o'er her ...
... ne'er rise the burning lids to steep ; But to those petty wrongs which half defy Human forbearance , she can make reply With a proud lip , and a contemptuous eye . There is a speaking sadness in her air , A tinge of languor o'er her ...
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... ne'er out of school.- My heart is pain'd with scorn and slight , I have too many foes to fight , And friends grown strangely cool ! The very chum that shared my cake Holds out so cold a hand to shake It makes me shrink and sigh- On this ...
... ne'er out of school.- My heart is pain'd with scorn and slight , I have too many foes to fight , And friends grown strangely cool ! The very chum that shared my cake Holds out so cold a hand to shake It makes me shrink and sigh- On this ...
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... ne'er believe that thou canst be forgot ! ADDRESS TO A WILD DEER . BY PROFESSOR WILSON . 46.
... ne'er believe that thou canst be forgot ! ADDRESS TO A WILD DEER . BY PROFESSOR WILSON . 46.
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