PoetryVicesimus Knox S. Walker, 1825 - Literature |
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... Look you now , what follows : Here is your husband ; like a mildew'd ear , Blasting his wholesome brother . Have you eyes ? Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed , And batten on this moor ? Queen . O Hamlet , speak no more ...
... Look you now , what follows : Here is your husband ; like a mildew'd ear , Blasting his wholesome brother . Have you eyes ? Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed , And batten on this moor ? Queen . O Hamlet , speak no more ...
Page 189
... look as red as bacon . All folks love size , believe my rhyme ; Burke says ' tis part of the sublime . A Dutchman , I forget his name , -Van Grout , Van Slabberchops , Van Stink , Van Swab , - No matter , though I cannot make it out- At ...
... look as red as bacon . All folks love size , believe my rhyme ; Burke says ' tis part of the sublime . A Dutchman , I forget his name , -Van Grout , Van Slabberchops , Van Stink , Van Swab , - No matter , though I cannot make it out- At ...
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... look green , And show that something lives . Sure this is better Than a great hedge of yew that makes it look All the year round like winter , and for ever Dropping its poisonous leaves from the under boughs Wither'd and bare ! Old Man ...
... look green , And show that something lives . Sure this is better Than a great hedge of yew that makes it look All the year round like winter , and for ever Dropping its poisonous leaves from the under boughs Wither'd and bare ! Old Man ...
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