PoetryVicesimus Knox S. Walker, 1825 - Literature |
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... twas strange , ' twas pass- ing strange ; ' Twas pitiful , ' twas wondrous pitiful- She wish'd she had not heard it ; yet she wish'd [ thank'd me ; That Heaven had made her such a man : -she And bade me , if I had a friend that lov'd ...
... twas strange , ' twas pass- ing strange ; ' Twas pitiful , ' twas wondrous pitiful- She wish'd she had not heard it ; yet she wish'd [ thank'd me ; That Heaven had made her such a man : -she And bade me , if I had a friend that lov'd ...
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... Twas partly love , and partly fear , And partly ' twas a bashful art , That I might rather feel , than see , The swelling of her heart . I calm'd her fears , and she was calm , And told her love with virgin pride . And so I won my ...
... Twas partly love , and partly fear , And partly ' twas a bashful art , That I might rather feel , than see , The swelling of her heart . I calm'd her fears , and she was calm , And told her love with virgin pride . And so I won my ...
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... Twas near an old enchanted court , Where sportive fairies made resort , To revel out the night . His heart was drear , his hope was cross'd , " Twas late , ' twas far , the path was lost That reach'd the neighbor town : With weary steps ...
... Twas near an old enchanted court , Where sportive fairies made resort , To revel out the night . His heart was drear , his hope was cross'd , " Twas late , ' twas far , the path was lost That reach'd the neighbor town : With weary steps ...
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