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Since my dear soul was mistress of her choice , Enter Hamlet . [ ing ; And could of
men distinguish her election , Ham . Now might I do it , pat , now he is praya She
hath seal ' d thee for herself : for thou hast | And now I ' ll do ' t ; and so he goes ...
Since my dear soul was mistress of her choice , Enter Hamlet . [ ing ; And could of
men distinguish her election , Ham . Now might I do it , pat , now he is praya She
hath seal ' d thee for herself : for thou hast | And now I ' ll do ' t ; and so he goes ...
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model to thy inward greatness , | Proud of their numbers , and secure in soul ,
Like little body with a mighty heart The confident and over - lusty French What
mightst thou do , that honor would Do the low - rated English play at dice ; thee
do ...
model to thy inward greatness , | Proud of their numbers , and secure in soul ,
Like little body with a mighty heart The confident and over - lusty French What
mightst thou do , that honor would Do the low - rated English play at dice ; thee
do ...
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Yes , I must grant , but with a swelling soul , Some strange reverse of fate must
sure attend Henriquez had your love with more desert : This vast profusion , this
extravagance For you he fought and died : I fought against you : Of Heaven to
bless ...
Yes , I must grant , but with a swelling soul , Some strange reverse of fate must
sure attend Henriquez had your love with more desert : This vast profusion , this
extravagance For you he fought and died : I fought against you : Of Heaven to
bless ...
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Reproach great Calo ' s son , and show the world His suff ' rings shine , and
spread a glory round | A virtue wanting in a Roman soul ? bim ; Marc . Portius , no
more ! your words leave Greatly unfortunate , he fights the cause stings behind '
em ...
Reproach great Calo ' s son , and show the world His suff ' rings shine , and
spread a glory round | A virtue wanting in a Roman soul ? bim ; Marc . Portius , no
more ! your words leave Greatly unfortunate , he fights the cause stings behind '
em ...
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soul ; Amidst our barren rocks , and burning sands , Where shall we find the man
that bears afflicThat does not tremble at the Roman name ? tion , Sy . Gods !
Where ' s the worth that sets these Great and majestic in his griefs , like Cato ...
soul ; Amidst our barren rocks , and burning sands , Where shall we find the man
that bears afflicThat does not tremble at the Roman name ? tion , Sy . Gods !
Where ' s the worth that sets these Great and majestic in his griefs , like Cato ...
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| Наслов | Elegant extracts in poetry, Том 2 Elegant extracts in poetry, Elegant extracts |
| Аутор | Elegant extracts |
| Уредник | Vicesimus Knox |
| Издао/ла | 1816 |
| Оригинал из | Универзитет Оксфорд |
| Дигитализовано | 11 апр 2006 |
| Извоз навода | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |