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Page 59
... twas ours to wage , How oft , a mimic war , Each white ball tossing in wild rage , That left a gorgeous scar : While doublets dark were powder'd o'er , Till darkness none could find , And valorous chiefs had wounds before , And caitiff ...
... twas ours to wage , How oft , a mimic war , Each white ball tossing in wild rage , That left a gorgeous scar : While doublets dark were powder'd o'er , Till darkness none could find , And valorous chiefs had wounds before , And caitiff ...
Page 118
... Twas then unwearied , day and night , I watch'd beside her bed , And fearlessly upon my breast I pillow'd her poor head . She lived - she loved me for my care ! My grief was at an end ; I was a lonely being once , But now I have a ...
... Twas then unwearied , day and night , I watch'd beside her bed , And fearlessly upon my breast I pillow'd her poor head . She lived - she loved me for my care ! My grief was at an end ; I was a lonely being once , But now I have a ...
Page 140
... Twas at the solemn jousting ; around the nobles stood ; The nobles of the land were there , and the ladies bright and fair Look'd from their latticed windows , the haughty sight to share ; But now the nobles all lament , the ladies are ...
... Twas at the solemn jousting ; around the nobles stood ; The nobles of the land were there , and the ladies bright and fair Look'd from their latticed windows , the haughty sight to share ; But now the nobles all lament , the ladies are ...
Page 141
... her glazed eye . " Twas she that nursed him at her breast , that nursed him long ago ; She knows not whom they all lament , but soon she well shall know- With one deep shriek she through doth break , when BOOK OF POETRY . 141.
... her glazed eye . " Twas she that nursed him at her breast , that nursed him long ago ; She knows not whom they all lament , but soon she well shall know- With one deep shriek she through doth break , when BOOK OF POETRY . 141.
Page 173
... twas only at Ecarté he'd propose ! And what is to be done , mamma ? Oh ! what is to be done ? I really have no time to lose , For I am thirty - one : At balls I am too often left Where spinsters sit in rows ; Why won't the men propose ...
... twas only at Ecarté he'd propose ! And what is to be done , mamma ? Oh ! what is to be done ? I really have no time to lose , For I am thirty - one : At balls I am too often left Where spinsters sit in rows ; Why won't the men propose ...
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