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Page 208
... hour a step towards thee . At night when I betake to rest , Next morn I rise nearer my West Of life , almost by eight hours ' sail , Than when sleep breathed his drowsy gale . Thus from the sun my bottom steers , And my day's compass ...
... hour a step towards thee . At night when I betake to rest , Next morn I rise nearer my West Of life , almost by eight hours ' sail , Than when sleep breathed his drowsy gale . Thus from the sun my bottom steers , And my day's compass ...
Page 218
... hour more innocent and pure , Till you shall wither into death . Then that which living gave you room , Your glorious sepulcher shall be . There wants no marble for a tomb , Whose breast hath marble been to me . Nox Nocti Indicat ...
... hour more innocent and pure , Till you shall wither into death . Then that which living gave you room , Your glorious sepulcher shall be . There wants no marble for a tomb , Whose breast hath marble been to me . Nox Nocti Indicat ...
Page 322
... hours that e'er I spend , Are spent amang the lasses O ! There's nought but care on ev'ry han ' , In ev'ry hour that passes O ; What signifies the life o ' man , An ' ' twere na for the lasses O. The warly1 race may riches chase , An ...
... hours that e'er I spend , Are spent amang the lasses O ! There's nought but care on ev'ry han ' , In ev'ry hour that passes O ; What signifies the life o ' man , An ' ' twere na for the lasses O. The warly1 race may riches chase , An ...
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Gay John 283285 | 50 |
Gray Thomas 292299 | 111 |
Griffin Bartholomew | 117 |
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