Specimens of English Poetry and Prose: Wybor Poezji i Prozy Angielskiej, Томи 1 – 2Państwowe Wydawn. Naukowe, 1964 |
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... round the world The wise Lord ever wends His ways ; He gives honour to many a man , Abiding glory ; but to some misery . I will now say this of myself . Erewhile I was Scop of the Heodenings , Dear to my lord . Deor my name was . A many ...
... round the world The wise Lord ever wends His ways ; He gives honour to many a man , Abiding glory ; but to some misery . I will now say this of myself . Erewhile I was Scop of the Heodenings , Dear to my lord . Deor my name was . A many ...
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... round , stand up now ; The gentry are all round , on each side they are found , Their wisdom's so profound to cheat us of the ground . Stand up now , stand up now . The lawyers they conjoin , stand up now , stand up now . The lawyers ...
... round , stand up now ; The gentry are all round , on each side they are found , Their wisdom's so profound to cheat us of the ground . Stand up now , stand up now . The lawyers they conjoin , stand up now , stand up now . The lawyers ...
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... Round and round the spicy downs the yellow Lotos- -dust is blown . We have had enough of action , and of motion we , Roll'd to starboard , roll'd to larboard , when the surge was seething free , Where the wallowing monster spouted his ...
... Round and round the spicy downs the yellow Lotos- -dust is blown . We have had enough of action , and of motion we , Roll'd to starboard , roll'd to larboard , when the surge was seething free , Where the wallowing monster spouted his ...
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