Poems, Volume 2R. Johnson, 1803 |
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... thine , whose features are thine own , And stroke his polish'd cheek of purest red , And lay thine hand upon his flaxen head , And say .... My boy , th ' unwelcome hour is come , When thou , transplanted from thy genial home , Must find ...
... thine , whose features are thine own , And stroke his polish'd cheek of purest red , And lay thine hand upon his flaxen head , And say .... My boy , th ' unwelcome hour is come , When thou , transplanted from thy genial home , Must find ...
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... thine heart , Condemns th ' unfatherly , th ' imprudent part . Thou would'st not , deaf to Nature's tend'rest plea , Turn him adrift upon a rolling sea , Nor say , Go thither , conscious that there lay A brood of asps , or quicksands in ...
... thine heart , Condemns th ' unfatherly , th ' imprudent part . Thou would'st not , deaf to Nature's tend'rest plea , Turn him adrift upon a rolling sea , Nor say , Go thither , conscious that there lay A brood of asps , or quicksands in ...
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... thine , its key is in thine hand . If thou desert thy charge , and throw it wide , Nor heed what guests there enter and abide , Complain not if attachments lewd and base Supplant thee in it , and usurp thy place . But , if thou guard ...
... thine , its key is in thine hand . If thou desert thy charge , and throw it wide , Nor heed what guests there enter and abide , Complain not if attachments lewd and base Supplant thee in it , and usurp thy place . But , if thou guard ...
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