PoetryVicesimus Knox S. Walker, 1825 |
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... spirit , Ros . Why , that's the way to choak a gibing Whose influence is begot of that loose grace Which shallow laughing hearers give to fools : A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it , never in the tongue Of him that ...
... spirit , Ros . Why , that's the way to choak a gibing Whose influence is begot of that loose grace Which shallow laughing hearers give to fools : A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it , never in the tongue Of him that ...
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... spirit Commits itself to yours to be direct , As from her lord , her governor , her king . Lovers ' Thoughts compared to the inarticulate Joys of a Crowd . Bass . Madam , you have bereft me of all words ; Only my blood speaks to you in ...
... spirit Commits itself to yours to be direct , As from her lord , her governor , her king . Lovers ' Thoughts compared to the inarticulate Joys of a Crowd . Bass . Madam , you have bereft me of all words ; Only my blood speaks to you in ...
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... spirit : Romans [ books , But life , being weary of these worldly bars , Mark him , and write his speeches in their Never lacks power to dismiss itself . Alas ! it cried- " Give me some drink , Titi- nius " - As a sick girl . Ye gods ...
... spirit : Romans [ books , But life , being weary of these worldly bars , Mark him , and write his speeches in their Never lacks power to dismiss itself . Alas ! it cried- " Give me some drink , Titi- nius " - As a sick girl . Ye gods ...
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