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Page 133
Thy son is gone . He rests among the dead . The swarm that in thy noon - tide beam were born ? -Gone to salute the rising morn . Fair laughs the morn , and soft the zephyr blows , While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant ...
Thy son is gone . He rests among the dead . The swarm that in thy noon - tide beam were born ? -Gone to salute the rising morn . Fair laughs the morn , and soft the zephyr blows , While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant ...
Page 170
Toll for the braveBrave Kempenfelt is gone , His last sea - fight is fought , His work of glory done . It was not in the battle , No tempest gave the shock , She sprang no fatal leak , She ran upon no rock ; His sword was in the sheath ...
Toll for the braveBrave Kempenfelt is gone , His last sea - fight is fought , His work of glory done . It was not in the battle , No tempest gave the shock , She sprang no fatal leak , She ran upon no rock ; His sword was in the sheath ...
Page 189
His form was of the manliest beauty , His heart was kind and soft ; Faithful below Tom did his duty , And now he's gone aloft . ( twice ) Tom never from his word departed , His virtues were so rare ; His friends were many , and true ...
His form was of the manliest beauty , His heart was kind and soft ; Faithful below Tom did his duty , And now he's gone aloft . ( twice ) Tom never from his word departed , His virtues were so rare ; His friends were many , and true ...
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CHARLES SACKVILLE EARL OF DORSET 16381706 | 1 |
ANNE COUNTESS OF WINCHILSEA ?16601720 | 10 |
WILLIAM CONGREVE 16701729 | 19 |
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