Poetic Treasures: Or, Passages from the PoetsWard, Lock & Company, 1889 - 644 Seiten |
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... grace : and from these shoulders , These ruin'd pillars , out of pity taken A load would sink a navy , too much honour . O'tis a burden , Cromwell , ' tis a burden Too heavy for a man that hopes for heaven . CROM . I'ın glad your grace ...
... grace : and from these shoulders , These ruin'd pillars , out of pity taken A load would sink a navy , too much honour . O'tis a burden , Cromwell , ' tis a burden Too heavy for a man that hopes for heaven . CROM . I'ın glad your grace ...
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... grace , Glide in its bounds , and poison all the place ; Should e'er the sacred voice be set to sale , And o'er the heart the golden fruit prevail ; The place is alter'd , sir ; nor think it strange To see the senate sink into a ...
... grace , Glide in its bounds , and poison all the place ; Should e'er the sacred voice be set to sale , And o'er the heart the golden fruit prevail ; The place is alter'd , sir ; nor think it strange To see the senate sink into a ...
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... grace the lad , her weel - hain'd kebbuck , fell , An ' aft he's press'd an aft he ca's it guid ; The frugal wifie , garrulous , will tell , How ' twas a towmond auld , sin lint was i ' the bell . The cheerfu ' supper done , wi ...
... grace the lad , her weel - hain'd kebbuck , fell , An ' aft he's press'd an aft he ca's it guid ; The frugal wifie , garrulous , will tell , How ' twas a towmond auld , sin lint was i ' the bell . The cheerfu ' supper done , wi ...
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JOHN BARBOUR 1316?1396 | xxvii |
ABRAHAM COWLEY 16081674 | xxxix |
ALFRED TENNYSON 1810 | li |
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