Poems, Volume 2E. Moxon, 1846 |
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... live my life . " Oh ! who would cast and balance at a desk , Perch'd like a crow upon a three - legg'd stool , Till all his juice is dried , and all his joints Are full of chalk ? but let me live my life . " Who'd serve the state ? for ...
... live my life . " Oh ! who would cast and balance at a desk , Perch'd like a crow upon a three - legg'd stool , Till all his juice is dried , and all his joints Are full of chalk ? but let me live my life . " Who'd serve the state ? for ...
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... Live - yet live- Shall sharpest pathos blight us , knowing all Life needs for life is possible to will— Live happy ! tend thy flowers : be tended by My blessing ! should my shadow cross thy thoughts Too sadly for their peace , so put it ...
... Live - yet live- Shall sharpest pathos blight us , knowing all Life needs for life is possible to will— Live happy ! tend thy flowers : be tended by My blessing ! should my shadow cross thy thoughts Too sadly for their peace , so put it ...
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Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. 198 WILL WATERPROOF'S LYRICAL MONOLOGUE . Live long , ere from thy topmost head The thick - set hazel dies ; Long , ere the hateful crow shall tread The corners of thine eyes : Live long , nor feel in head ...
Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson. 198 WILL WATERPROOF'S LYRICAL MONOLOGUE . Live long , ere from thy topmost head The thick - set hazel dies ; Long , ere the hateful crow shall tread The corners of thine eyes : Live long , nor feel in head ...
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