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... grave . I wake , emerging from a sea of dreams Tumultuous ; where my wrecked , desponding thought From wave to wave ... grave ; The grave , your kingdom : there this frame shall fall A victim sacred to your dreary shrine : But what are ...
... grave . I wake , emerging from a sea of dreams Tumultuous ; where my wrecked , desponding thought From wave to wave ... grave ; The grave , your kingdom : there this frame shall fall A victim sacred to your dreary shrine : But what are ...
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... grave ! How silent did his old companions tread , By midnight lamps , the mansions of the dead , Through breathing statues , then unheeded things , Through rows of warriors , and through walks of kings ! What awe did the slow solemn ...
... grave ! How silent did his old companions tread , By midnight lamps , the mansions of the dead , Through breathing statues , then unheeded things , Through rows of warriors , and through walks of kings ! What awe did the slow solemn ...
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... grave where our Hero we buried . We buried him darkly at dead of night , The sods with our bayonets turning ; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning . No useless coffin enclosed his breast , Not in sheet ...
... grave where our Hero we buried . We buried him darkly at dead of night , The sods with our bayonets turning ; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning . No useless coffin enclosed his breast , Not in sheet ...
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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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