PoetryVicesimus Knox S. Walker, 1825 |
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... rise again , With twenty mortal murders on their crowns , And push us from our stools : this is more strange Than such a murder is . Lady . My worthy lord , Your noble friends do lack you . Macb . I do forget : ; Do not muse at me , my ...
... rise again , With twenty mortal murders on their crowns , And push us from our stools : this is more strange Than such a murder is . Lady . My worthy lord , Your noble friends do lack you . Macb . I do forget : ; Do not muse at me , my ...
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... Rise , fathers , rise ! ' tis Rome demands your help ; Rise , and revenge her slaughter'd citizens , Or share their fate ! The corps of half her senate With widows and with orphans : Scythia mourns Our guilty wars , and earth's remotest ...
... Rise , fathers , rise ! ' tis Rome demands your help ; Rise , and revenge her slaughter'd citizens , Or share their fate ! The corps of half her senate With widows and with orphans : Scythia mourns Our guilty wars , and earth's remotest ...
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... rise , Whose shadie boughs sharp steele did never Nor wicked beasts their tender buds did crop : lop , But , like a girlond compassed the hight , And from their fruitfull sides sweet gumes did drop , [ dight , That all the ground with ...
... rise , Whose shadie boughs sharp steele did never Nor wicked beasts their tender buds did crop : lop , But , like a girlond compassed the hight , And from their fruitfull sides sweet gumes did drop , [ dight , That all the ground with ...
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