Kottabos: College Miscellany, 2 tomasW. McGee, 1873 |
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... soul tho ' thou art fled ! Piteously , oh piteously , for thee I make my moan - vain tribute to thy shade ! Where , where is the young branch that deck'd my tree ? Death pluck'd it - pluck'd it ! Low my flower is laid- Laid in the dust ...
... soul tho ' thou art fled ! Piteously , oh piteously , for thee I make my moan - vain tribute to thy shade ! Where , where is the young branch that deck'd my tree ? Death pluck'd it - pluck'd it ! Low my flower is laid- Laid in the dust ...
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... soul hath fled , Thus at the tidings startled Earth Astounded stands aghast ; Mute musing o'er the Man of Fate In that last hour of pain , Nor dares to guess when mortal foot Like his shall come again Upon her bloody dust to print A ...
... soul hath fled , Thus at the tidings startled Earth Astounded stands aghast ; Mute musing o'er the Man of Fate In that last hour of pain , Nor dares to guess when mortal foot Like his shall come again Upon her bloody dust to print A ...
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... soul that restless chafed With Empire in its dreams , And won and wore the prize , beyond Ambition's maddest lust , He knew them all ; Success , that came More dear for danger past , Flight , Victory - the Despot's crown , The Exile's ...
... soul that restless chafed With Empire in its dreams , And won and wore the prize , beyond Ambition's maddest lust , He knew them all ; Success , that came More dear for danger past , Flight , Victory - the Despot's crown , The Exile's ...
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... soul the tide Of surging memories fell : How oft that hand his tale essay'd For men unborn to tell ; And ever on the eternal page , The weary fingers sank ! How oft , what time the listless day Passed to its silent death , With folded ...
... soul the tide Of surging memories fell : How oft that hand his tale essay'd For men unborn to tell ; And ever on the eternal page , The weary fingers sank ! How oft , what time the listless day Passed to its silent death , With folded ...
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... Oh , slavish minions of weak opinions , He's only twenty , that high - soul'd boy ! But , like a true brick , he stood by the rubric , Did Ernest Augustus James Fitzroy ! 0 . Eros and Anteros . HE ancient sages parabled that Love 25.
... Oh , slavish minions of weak opinions , He's only twenty , that high - soul'd boy ! But , like a true brick , he stood by the rubric , Did Ernest Augustus James Fitzroy ! 0 . Eros and Anteros . HE ancient sages parabled that Love 25.
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