PoetryVicesimus Knox S. Walker, 1825 |
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... wretched slave ; Who , with a body fill'd , and vacant mind , Gets him to rest , cramm'd with distressful bread ... wretch , [ sleep , Winding up days with toil , and nights with Hath the fore - hand and ' vantage of a king . Bids them ...
... wretched slave ; Who , with a body fill'd , and vacant mind , Gets him to rest , cramm'd with distressful bread ... wretch , [ sleep , Winding up days with toil , and nights with Hath the fore - hand and ' vantage of a king . Bids them ...
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... wretched , base , false , worthless beauty . coward , May he live to prove more gentle than his Poor even in soul ... wretch , that lives on common charity , But ' s happier than I : for I have known The luscious sweets of plenty ; every ...
... wretched , base , false , worthless beauty . coward , May he live to prove more gentle than his Poor even in soul ... wretch , that lives on common charity , But ' s happier than I : for I have known The luscious sweets of plenty ; every ...
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... wretched have no more to fear : But round my heart the ties are bound , That heart transpierc'd with many a wound ; These bleed afresh , those ties I tear , To leave the bonnie banks of Ayr . Farewell , old Colia's hills and dales , Her ...
... wretched have no more to fear : But round my heart the ties are bound , That heart transpierc'd with many a wound ; These bleed afresh , those ties I tear , To leave the bonnie banks of Ayr . Farewell , old Colia's hills and dales , Her ...
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