The British classical authors: with biographical notices. On the basis of a selection by L. HerrigG. Westermann, 1906 - 752 стор. |
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... Hope . 553 Hamlet . • 470 Abt Vogler 554 Pompilia on her Death - Bed 556 The Age of Tennyson Hervé Riel . 559 THOMAS CARLYLE The Everlasting Yea . From Past and Present : Epilogue to Asolando . 562 475 ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING The Cry ...
... Hope . 553 Hamlet . • 470 Abt Vogler 554 Pompilia on her Death - Bed 556 The Age of Tennyson Hervé Riel . 559 THOMAS CARLYLE The Everlasting Yea . From Past and Present : Epilogue to Asolando . 562 475 ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING The Cry ...
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... hope , which in his help he had . 16 Right faithful , true he was in deed and word ; But of his cheer did seem too solemn sad ; Yet nothing did he dread , but ever was ydrad . III . Upon a great adventure he was bond ,. and children to ...
... hope , which in his help he had . 16 Right faithful , true he was in deed and word ; But of his cheer did seem too solemn sad ; Yet nothing did he dread , but ever was ydrad . III . Upon a great adventure he was bond ,. and children to ...
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... hope for mercy , rendering none ? Shy . What judgment shall I dread , doing no wrong ? 80 You have among you many a purchased slave , Which , like your asses and your dogs and mules , You use in abject and in slavish parts , Because you ...
... hope for mercy , rendering none ? Shy . What judgment shall I dread , doing no wrong ? 80 You have among you many a purchased slave , Which , like your asses and your dogs and mules , You use in abject and in slavish parts , Because you ...
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... hope , That he seems rapt withal : to me you speak not : If you can look into the seeds of time , And say which grain will grow and which will not , 60 Speak then to me , who neither beg nor fear Your favours nor your hate . First Witch ...
... hope , That he seems rapt withal : to me you speak not : If you can look into the seeds of time , And say which grain will grow and which will not , 60 Speak then to me , who neither beg nor fear Your favours nor your hate . First Witch ...
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... . ) Thanks for your pains . ( To Banquo . ) Do you not hope your children shall be kings , When those that gave the thane of Cawdor to me Promised no less to them ? Ban . That , trusted home , 120 Might yet SHAKSPERE . 47.
... . ) Thanks for your pains . ( To Banquo . ) Do you not hope your children shall be kings , When those that gave the thane of Cawdor to me Promised no less to them ? Ban . That , trusted home , 120 Might yet SHAKSPERE . 47.
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Сторінка 340 - Through a long absence, have not been to me As is a landscape to a blind man's eye : But oft, in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din Of towns and cities, I have owed to them In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart; And passing even into my purer mind. With tranquil restoration...
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Сторінка 349 - Now, while the birds thus sing a joyous song, And while the young lambs bound As to the tabor's sound, To me alone there came a thought of grief; A timely utterance gave that thought relief, And I again am strong...
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