Enoch Arden ; And, The Two Locksley HallsD.C. Heath, 1897 - 152 страница |
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... wife . ' ' Mine too , ' said Philip , turn and turn about ' : When , if they quarrell'd Enoch stronger - made Was ... wife would weep for company , And pray them not to quarrel for her sake , And say she would be little wife to both ...
... wife . ' ' Mine too , ' said Philip , turn and turn about ' : When , if they quarrell'd Enoch stronger - made Was ... wife would weep for company , And pray them not to quarrel for her sake , And say she would be little wife to both ...
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... lay recovering there , his wife Bore him another son , a sickly one : Another hand crept too across his trade , Taking her bread and theirs and on hi fell , 85 90 95 100 105 LIO Altho ' a grave and staid God - fearing man 4 ENOCH ARDEN .
... lay recovering there , his wife Bore him another son , a sickly one : Another hand crept too across his trade , Taking her bread and theirs and on hi fell , 85 90 95 100 105 LIO Altho ' a grave and staid God - fearing man 4 ENOCH ARDEN .
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... wife would weep for company , And pray them not to quarrel for her sake , And say she would be little wife to both . childhood past , But when the dawn of rosy And the new warmth of life's ascending sun Was felt by either , either fixt ...
... wife would weep for company , And pray them not to quarrel for her sake , And say she would be little wife to both . childhood past , But when the dawn of rosy And the new warmth of life's ascending sun Was felt by either , either fixt ...
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... lay recovering there , his wife Bore him another son , a sickly one : Another hand crept too across his trade , Taking her bread and theirs and on him fell , 85 90 95 100 105 ΠΙΟ 115 Altho ' a grave and staid God - fearing 4 ENOCH ARDEN .
... lay recovering there , his wife Bore him another son , a sickly one : Another hand crept too across his trade , Taking her bread and theirs and on him fell , 85 90 95 100 105 ΠΙΟ 115 Altho ' a grave and staid God - fearing 4 ENOCH ARDEN .
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... wife- When he was gone - the children - what to do ? Then Enoch lay long - pondering on his plans ; To sell the boat ... wives - 120 130 135 So might she keep the house while he was gone . Should he not trade himself out yonder ? go 140 ...
... wife- When he was gone - the children - what to do ? Then Enoch lay long - pondering on his plans ; To sell the boat ... wives - 120 130 135 So might she keep the house while he was gone . Should he not trade himself out yonder ? go 140 ...
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