Selections from the Poetical Works: First Series, Том 1 |
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I call That piece a wonder , now : Frà Pandolf's hands Worked busily a day , and there she stands . Will't please you sit and look at her ? ' I said - “ Frà Pandolf ” by design : for never read Strangers like you that pictured ...
I call That piece a wonder , now : Frà Pandolf's hands Worked busily a day , and there she stands . Will't please you sit and look at her ? ' I said - “ Frà Pandolf ” by design : for never read Strangers like you that pictured ...
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“ When I looked on your lion , it brought “ All the dangers at once to my thought , “ Encountered by all sorts of men , “ Before he was lodged in his den ,“ From the poor slave whose club or bare hands “ Dug the trap , set the snare on ...
“ When I looked on your lion , it brought “ All the dangers at once to my thought , “ Encountered by all sorts of men , “ Before he was lodged in his den ,“ From the poor slave whose club or bare hands “ Dug the trap , set the snare on ...
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XIII Could you say so , and never say “ Suppose we join hands and fortunes , “ And I fetch her from over the way , “ Her , piano , and long tunes and short tunes ? XIV No , no : you would not be rash , Nor I rasher and something over ...
XIII Could you say so , and never say “ Suppose we join hands and fortunes , “ And I fetch her from over the way , “ Her , piano , and long tunes and short tunes ? XIV No , no : you would not be rash , Nor I rasher and something over ...
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The more was his comfort when he died At next year's end , in a velvet suit , With a gilt glove on his hand , his foot In a silken shoe for.a leather boot , Petticoated like a herald , In a chamber next to an ante - room , Where he ...
The more was his comfort when he died At next year's end , in a velvet suit , With a gilt glove on his hand , his foot In a silken shoe for.a leather boot , Petticoated like a herald , In a chamber next to an ante - room , Where he ...
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Because I patted her horse while I led it ; And Max , who rode on her other hand , Said , no bird flew past but she inquired What its true name was , nor ever seemed tiredIf that was an eagle she saw hover , And the green and grey bird ...
Because I patted her horse while I led it ; And Max , who rode on her other hand , Said , no bird flew past but she inquired What its true name was , nor ever seemed tiredIf that was an eagle she saw hover , And the green and grey bird ...
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| Наслов | Selections from the Poetical Works: First Series, Том 1 |
| Аутор | Robert Browning |
| Издавач | Smith, Elder, 1884 |
| Оригинал из | Универзитет Харвард |
| Дигитализовано | 12 јун 2008 |
| Дужина | 288 страница |
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