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...too may passively take the print Of the golden age — why not ? I have neither hope nor trust ; May make my heart as a millstone, set my face as a flint,...cheated, and die : who knows ? we are ashes and dust. 9. Peace sitting under her olive, and slurring the days gone by, When the poor are hovell'd and hustled...

...too may passively take the print Of the golden age — why not? I have neither hope nor trust ; May make my heart as a millstone, set my face as a flint,...cheated, and die : who knows ? we are ashes and dust. 9. Peace sitting under her olive, and slurring the days gone by, "When the poor are hovell'd and hustled...

...exceedingly powerful, but very rugged and extraordinary lines, — some of which we transcribe : " Peace, sitting under her olive, and slurring the days gone by, When the poor are hovel' d, and hustled together, each sex like swine, When only the ledger lives, and when only not...

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...one can fancy that he is versifying the police reports of the cheap Sunday papers: — Peace sitrini; under her olive, and slurring the days gone by. When the poor are liovell'd and hustled together, each sex, like swine, When only the ledger lives, and when only not...

...think, and that of a kind The viler, as underhand, not openly bearing the sword. " Peace sitting nnder her olive, and slurring the days gone by, When the poor are hqvell'd and hustled together, each sex, like swine, When only the ledger lives, and when only not...

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