History of English Literature, Том 2Holt & Williams, 1871 |
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... feel him now in every part ; Like a new lord he vaunts about my heart , Surveys in state each corner of my breast , While poor fierce I , that was , am dispossess'd ' ( 3. 1 ) . 4 See vol . i . 471 . 5 Compare the song of the Zambra ...
... feel him now in every part ; Like a new lord he vaunts about my heart , Surveys in state each corner of my breast , While poor fierce I , that was , am dispossess'd ' ( 3. 1 ) . 4 See vol . i . 471 . 5 Compare the song of the Zambra ...
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... feel the fire of bubbling passion , the accumulation of despair or hate which have unchained the will and nerved the hand . When the unchecked words , the fits of rage , the convulsive ejaculations of exasperated desire , have brought ...
... feel the fire of bubbling passion , the accumulation of despair or hate which have unchained the will and nerved the hand . When the unchecked words , the fits of rage , the convulsive ejaculations of exasperated desire , have brought ...
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... feel the fire of bubbling passion , the accumulation of despair or hate which have unchained the will and nerved the hand . When the unchecked words , the fits of rage , the convulsive ejaculations of exasperated desire , have brought ...
... feel the fire of bubbling passion , the accumulation of despair or hate which have unchained the will and nerved the hand . When the unchecked words , the fits of rage , the convulsive ejaculations of exasperated desire , have brought ...
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... feel their worn and loosened teeth , incapable to bite the wretched bread which was given to them : ' No ; ' tis you dream ; you sleep away your hours In desperate sloth , miscall'd philosophy . Up , up , for honour's sake ; twelve ...
... feel their worn and loosened teeth , incapable to bite the wretched bread which was given to them : ' No ; ' tis you dream ; you sleep away your hours In desperate sloth , miscall'd philosophy . Up , up , for honour's sake ; twelve ...
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... feel in it , as in Milton himself , the pulse of the twofold inspiration which then lifted a man out of himself and raised him to heaven . Their knees bend when they listen to it . The Confession of Faith , the collects for the sick ...
... feel in it , as in Milton himself , the pulse of the twofold inspiration which then lifted a man out of himself and raised him to heaven . Their knees bend when they listen to it . The Confession of Faith , the collects for the sick ...
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