English Poetry and Prose of the Romantic MovementGeorge Benjamin Woods Scott, Foresman, 1916 - 1432 стор. |
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... speak ; 45 Till the free soul to a compos'dness charm'd , Finding the elements of rage disarm'd , O'er all below a solemn quiet grown , Joys in th ' inferior world and thinks it like her own : In such a night let me abroad remain Till ...
... speak ; 45 Till the free soul to a compos'dness charm'd , Finding the elements of rage disarm'd , O'er all below a solemn quiet grown , Joys in th ' inferior world and thinks it like her own : In such a night let me abroad remain Till ...
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... speak to mee : 15 Give me my faith and troth , Margret , As I gave it to thee . 20 Thy faith and troth thou'se nevir get , Of me shalt nevir win , Till that thou come within my bower , And kiss my cheek and chin . 1 rest 2 makes such 4 ...
... speak to mee : 15 Give me my faith and troth , Margret , As I gave it to thee . 20 Thy faith and troth thou'se nevir get , Of me shalt nevir win , Till that thou come within my bower , And kiss my cheek and chin . 1 rest 2 makes such 4 ...
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... Speak not always winter past . Cease , my doubts , my fears to move , Spare the honor of my love . THE FATAL SISTERS 1761 1768 Now the storm begins to lower ( Haste , the loom of hell prepare ! ) Iron - sleet of arrowy shower Hurtles in ...
... Speak not always winter past . Cease , my doubts , my fears to move , Spare the honor of my love . THE FATAL SISTERS 1761 1768 Now the storm begins to lower ( Haste , the loom of hell prepare ! ) Iron - sleet of arrowy shower Hurtles in ...
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... speak of war and arms , and send her from my mind . Lovely with her flow- ing hair is the white - bosomed daughter of Sorglan . " 45 50 Connal , slow to speak , replied , " Guard 55 against the race of Ocean . Send thy troop of night ...
... speak of war and arms , and send her from my mind . Lovely with her flow- ing hair is the white - bosomed daughter of Sorglan . " 45 50 Connal , slow to speak , replied , " Guard 55 against the race of Ocean . Send thy troop of night ...
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... Speak one of you at a time , " said Manfred . " I ask you , Where is the Princess ? " " We do not know , " said they both together ; " but we are frightened out of our wits . " " So I think , blockheads , " said Manfred . “ What is it ...
... Speak one of you at a time , " said Manfred . " I ask you , Where is the Princess ? " " We do not know , " said they both together ; " but we are frightened out of our wits . " " So I think , blockheads , " said Manfred . “ What is it ...
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