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Shall I have the Be an arch villain : trust me , royal prince , thought If he be less ,
he ' s nothing : but he ' s more , To think of this ! and shall I lack the thought Had I
more names for badness . That such a thing bechanc ' d , would make me ...
Shall I have the Be an arch villain : trust me , royal prince , thought If he be less ,
he ' s nothing : but he ' s more , To think of this ! and shall I lack the thought Had I
more names for badness . That such a thing bechanc ' d , would make me ...
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Thoughts tending to content , flatter themselves That all the standers - by had wet
their cheeks , That they are not the first ... That many have , and others must sit
there : Thy beauty hath , and made them blind with And in this thought they find a
...
Thoughts tending to content , flatter themselves That all the standers - by had wet
their cheeks , That they are not the first ... That many have , and others must sit
there : Thy beauty hath , and made them blind with And in this thought they find a
...
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Heaven forbid ! What , art thou dumb ? [ After a long pause . Shall I forsake you in
your worst necessity ? Rand . Amazement ties my tongue . Believe me , sir , my
honest soul abhors | Where are your former principles ? The barb ' rous thought !
Heaven forbid ! What , art thou dumb ? [ After a long pause . Shall I forsake you in
your worst necessity ? Rand . Amazement ties my tongue . Believe me , sir , my
honest soul abhors | Where are your former principles ? The barb ' rous thought !
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Thou seem ' st to think he ' s dead ; thus ? enjoy that thought ; Why doth thy
panting heart , and cautious Persuade yourself ... Forgetting all her vows to him
and Heaven , This vast profusion of extreme delight , Had cast him from her
thoughts .
Thou seem ' st to think he ' s dead ; thus ? enjoy that thought ; Why doth thy
panting heart , and cautious Persuade yourself ... Forgetting all her vows to him
and Heaven , This vast profusion of extreme delight , Had cast him from her
thoughts .
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How couldst thou form a thought [ Exit Agnes . so very damning , Or I ' m deceived
, or he pronounced himself So advantageous , so secure , and easy , | The
happiest of mankind . Deluded wretch ! And yet so cruel , and so full of horfor ?
How couldst thou form a thought [ Exit Agnes . so very damning , Or I ' m deceived
, or he pronounced himself So advantageous , so secure , and easy , | The
happiest of mankind . Deluded wretch ! And yet so cruel , and so full of horfor ?
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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 |