Dublin Translations Into Greek and Latin VerseRobert Yelverton Tyrrell Hodges Figgis, 1890 - 519 страница |
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... poor Tom Bowling Strew on her roses , roses . LONGFELLOW 74 TENNYSON SHAKSPEARE 76 TENNYSON 78 TENNYSON 80 AYTOUN 82 SHAKSPEARE 84 MONTGOMERY 86 90 TENNYSON 94 MOLIÈRE 96 TENNYSON 98 BEAU . & FLET . 100 SCHILLER 102 SHAKSPEARE 106 ...
... poor Tom Bowling Strew on her roses , roses . LONGFELLOW 74 TENNYSON SHAKSPEARE 76 TENNYSON 78 TENNYSON 80 AYTOUN 82 SHAKSPEARE 84 MONTGOMERY 86 90 TENNYSON 94 MOLIÈRE 96 TENNYSON 98 BEAU . & FLET . 100 SCHILLER 102 SHAKSPEARE 106 ...
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... poor malice Remains in danger of her former tooth . But let the frame of things disjoint , both the worlds suffer , Ere we will eat our meal in fear , and sleep In the affliction of those terrible dreams , That shake us nightly : better ...
... poor malice Remains in danger of her former tooth . But let the frame of things disjoint , both the worlds suffer , Ere we will eat our meal in fear , and sleep In the affliction of those terrible dreams , That shake us nightly : better ...
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... Poor queen ! so that thy state might be no worse , I would my skill were subject to thy curse . Here did she fall a tear ; here in this place I'll set a bank of rue , sour herb of grace : Rue , even for ruth , here shortly shall be seen ...
... Poor queen ! so that thy state might be no worse , I would my skill were subject to thy curse . Here did she fall a tear ; here in this place I'll set a bank of rue , sour herb of grace : Rue , even for ruth , here shortly shall be seen ...
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... poor , unminded outlaw sneaking home- My father gave him welcome to the shore : And - when he heard him swear and vow to God He came but to be Duke of Lancaster , To sue his livery , and beg his peace , With tears of innocency and terms ...
... poor , unminded outlaw sneaking home- My father gave him welcome to the shore : And - when he heard him swear and vow to God He came but to be Duke of Lancaster , To sue his livery , and beg his peace , With tears of innocency and terms ...
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... poor , Upon the naked shore at Ravenspurg ; And now , forsooth , takes on him to reform Some certain edicts , and some straight decrees , That lay too heavy on the commonwealth : Cries out upon abuses , seems to weep Over his country's ...
... poor , Upon the naked shore at Ravenspurg ; And now , forsooth , takes on him to reform Some certain edicts , and some straight decrees , That lay too heavy on the commonwealth : Cries out upon abuses , seems to weep Over his country's ...
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Страница 46 - And rising bore him thro' the place of tombs. But, as he walk'd, King Arthur panted hard, Like one that feels a nightmare on his bed When all the house is mute. So sigh'd the King, Muttering and murmuring at his ear, 'Quick, quick ! I fear it is too late, and I shall die.
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