PoetryVicesimus Knox S. Walker, 1825 - Literature |
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... face Arose from powder , shreds , or lace ; But still the worst remain'd behind , That very face had robb'd her mind . Skill'd in no other arts was she , But dressing , patching , repartee ; And , just as humor rose or fell , By turns a ...
... face Arose from powder , shreds , or lace ; But still the worst remain'd behind , That very face had robb'd her mind . Skill'd in no other arts was she , But dressing , patching , repartee ; And , just as humor rose or fell , By turns a ...
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... face was like the April morn Clad in a wintry cloud ; And clay - cold was her lily hand , That held the sable shroud . So shall the fairest face appear When youth and years are flown ; Such is the robe that kings must wear When death ...
... face was like the April morn Clad in a wintry cloud ; And clay - cold was her lily hand , That held the sable shroud . So shall the fairest face appear When youth and years are flown ; Such is the robe that kings must wear When death ...
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... face , good , There was - O gad ! -- a nasty heart and blood . * If the old man had show'd himself a father , His bowl should have enclos'd a cordial rather ; Something to cheer me up amidst my trance , L'eau de Barbade - or comfortable ...
... face , good , There was - O gad ! -- a nasty heart and blood . * If the old man had show'd himself a father , His bowl should have enclos'd a cordial rather ; Something to cheer me up amidst my trance , L'eau de Barbade - or comfortable ...
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