PoetryVicesimus Knox S. Walker, 1825 - Literature |
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... Child . LET it be so - thy truth then be thy dower For , by the sacred radiance of the sun ; The mysteries of Hecate , and the night ; By all the operations of the orbs , From whom we do exist , and cease to be : Here I disclaim all my ...
... Child . LET it be so - thy truth then be thy dower For , by the sacred radiance of the sun ; The mysteries of Hecate , and the night ; By all the operations of the orbs , From whom we do exist , and cease to be : Here I disclaim all my ...
Page 126
... child . Joy from my darkling soul is fled , And haggard phantoms hunt me wild ; Despair assails , and hope is dead : O , holy Virgin , call thy child . [ As the sound of her harp ceases , the picture slides , discovering Percy , wrapped ...
... child . Joy from my darkling soul is fled , And haggard phantoms hunt me wild ; Despair assails , and hope is dead : O , holy Virgin , call thy child . [ As the sound of her harp ceases , the picture slides , discovering Percy , wrapped ...
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... Child is frequently used by our old writers as a title . It is repeatedly given to Prince Arthur in the Fae- rie Queene ; and the son of a king is , in the same poem , called " Child Tristram . " And it ought to be observed that the word ...
... Child is frequently used by our old writers as a title . It is repeatedly given to Prince Arthur in the Fae- rie Queene ; and the son of a king is , in the same poem , called " Child Tristram . " And it ought to be observed that the word ...
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