God save him ; No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home ; But dust was thrown upon his sacred head, Which with such gentle sorrow he shook off, His face still combating with tears and smiles, The badges of his grief and patience, That had not God, for... The Plays of William Shakespeare : Accurately Printed from the Text of the ... - Seite 195 von William Shakespeare - 1805 Vollansicht -
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