King John ; King Richard II ; King Henry IV, part 1T. Longman ... [and 31 others], 1793 |
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... Against whofe fury and unmatched force The awless lion could not wage the fight , " Nor keep his princely heart from Richard's hand . He , that perforce robs lions of their hearts , May eafily win a woman's . Ay , my mother , With all ...
... Against whofe fury and unmatched force The awless lion could not wage the fight , " Nor keep his princely heart from Richard's hand . He , that perforce robs lions of their hearts , May eafily win a woman's . Ay , my mother , With all ...
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... Against the brows of this refifting town . Call for our chiefeft men of difcipline , 5that pale , that white - fac'd fhore , ] England is fuppofed to be called Albion from the white rocks facing France . JOHNSON . 6 To make a more ...
... Against the brows of this refifting town . Call for our chiefeft men of difcipline , 5that pale , that white - fac'd fhore , ] England is fuppofed to be called Albion from the white rocks facing France . JOHNSON . 6 To make a more ...
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... against a mightier task . England , impatient of your juft demands , Hath put himself in arms ; the adverse winds , Whose leisure I have ftaid , have given him time To land his legions all as foon as I : His marches are expedient " to ...
... against a mightier task . England , impatient of your juft demands , Hath put himself in arms ; the adverse winds , Whose leisure I have ftaid , have given him time To land his legions all as foon as I : His marches are expedient " to ...
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... against her nephew Arthur , rather moved thereto by envye con- ceyved against his mother , than upon any juft occafion , given in the behalfe of the childe ; for that the faw , if he were king , how his mother Conftance would looke to ...
... against her nephew Arthur , rather moved thereto by envye con- ceyved against his mother , than upon any juft occafion , given in the behalfe of the childe ; for that the faw , if he were king , how his mother Conftance would looke to ...
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... against myself ? " Again , in Churchyard's Charge , 1580 , p . 8. b : " Yet he that ftands , and giveth aime , " Maie judge what fhott doeth lofe the game ; " What shooter beats the marke in vaine , " Who shooteth faire , who shooteth ...
... against myself ? " Again , in Churchyard's Charge , 1580 , p . 8. b : " Yet he that ftands , and giveth aime , " Maie judge what fhott doeth lofe the game ; " What shooter beats the marke in vaine , " Who shooteth faire , who shooteth ...
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