A Hand-book of English Literature: Intended for the Use of High Schools, as Well as a Companion and Guide for Private Students, and for General ReadersLee & Shepard, 1892 - 608 страница |
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... hath gladdid in God myn helth . " For he hath behulden the mekenesse of his handmayden ; for lo this alle generatiouns schulen seye that I am blesséd . " For he that is mighti hath done to me grete thingis , and his name is holy . " And ...
... hath gladdid in God myn helth . " For he hath behulden the mekenesse of his handmayden ; for lo this alle generatiouns schulen seye that I am blesséd . " For he that is mighti hath done to me grete thingis , and his name is holy . " And ...
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... hath percéd to the roote , And bathéd euery veine in swich 2 licour ' , Of whiche vertue engendred is the flour ; Whan zephirus eke with his sweté brethe Inspiréd hath in every holt " and hethe The tendre croppés , and the yongé sonne Hath ...
... hath percéd to the roote , And bathéd euery veine in swich 2 licour ' , Of whiche vertue engendred is the flour ; Whan zephirus eke with his sweté brethe Inspiréd hath in every holt " and hethe The tendre croppés , and the yongé sonne Hath ...
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... hath holpen , whan that they were seke . 66 DESCRIPTION OF THE NONNE . " THER was also a Nonne , a Prioresse , That of hir smyling was full simple and coy ; Hire gretest othe n'as but by Seinte Loy ; And she was clepéd1 Madame Eglentyne ...
... hath holpen , whan that they were seke . 66 DESCRIPTION OF THE NONNE . " THER was also a Nonne , a Prioresse , That of hir smyling was full simple and coy ; Hire gretest othe n'as but by Seinte Loy ; And she was clepéd1 Madame Eglentyne ...
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... hath so much wit , that he will prepare no instrument for his science , neither knife nor awl , nor nothing else , which is not very fit for him . The commonwealth can be content to take at a fond father's hand the riff- raff of the ...
... hath so much wit , that he will prepare no instrument for his science , neither knife nor awl , nor nothing else , which is not very fit for him . The commonwealth can be content to take at a fond father's hand the riff- raff of the ...
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... hath ordained them most apt and fit . For if youth be grafted straight and not awry , the whole commonwealth will flourish there- after . When this is done , then must every man begin to be more ready to amend himself , than to check ...
... hath ordained them most apt and fit . For if youth be grafted straight and not awry , the whole commonwealth will flourish there- after . When this is done , then must every man begin to be more ready to amend himself , than to check ...
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Aurelian beauty beneath Bob Cratchit born breath bright church clouds Clusium Cratchit cried dark dear death deep delight door doth Duke Duke of Bedford earth English eyes fair father fear feel Fezziwig flowers glory grace green hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart heaven honor hope Ivanhoe Jeanie John king King Arthur lady Lars Porsena learned light live look Lord Lycidas mind morning nature never night noble o'er Odenathus once passed passion pleasure poems Poet Queen quoth rise rose round Scrooge seemed side sing Sir Bedivere smile song sorrow soul sound spirit stood sweet tears tell thee thine things thought Tiny Tim truth turn Twas uncle Toby unto verse voice walk wild WILLIAM ROBERT SPENCER wind words young youth Zenobia
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