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And one would bury his brow with a blind plunge down to hell , Burrow awhile
and build , broad on the roots of things , Then up again swim into sight , having
based me my palace well , Founded it , fearless of flame , flat on the nether
springs .
And one would bury his brow with a blind plunge down to hell , Burrow awhile
and build , broad on the roots of things , Then up again swim into sight , having
based me my palace well , Founded it , fearless of flame , flat on the nether
springs .
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Release me , and restore me to the ground ; Thou seest all things , thou wilt see
my grave : Thou wilt renew thy beauty morn by morn ; I earth in earth forget these
empty courts , And thee returning on thy silver wheels . contigit aut fato caespes ...
Release me , and restore me to the ground ; Thou seest all things , thou wilt see
my grave : Thou wilt renew thy beauty morn by morn ; I earth in earth forget these
empty courts , And thee returning on thy silver wheels . contigit aut fato caespes ...
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I can never shrink Back into bliss — my heart has grown too big With things that
might be . Father , I will go . O Father , will the women of our tribe Suffer as I do in
the years to come When you have made them great in Africa ? Redeemed from ...
I can never shrink Back into bliss — my heart has grown too big With things that
might be . Father , I will go . O Father , will the women of our tribe Suffer as I do in
the years to come When you have made them great in Africa ? Redeemed from ...
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The swiftest bird that lies about Is caught at length in fowler ' s net ; The greatest
fish in deepest brooke Is soon deceived by subtle hooke ; Yea , man himself ,
unto whose will All things are bounden to obey , For all his wit and worthie skill ...
The swiftest bird that lies about Is caught at length in fowler ' s net ; The greatest
fish in deepest brooke Is soon deceived by subtle hooke ; Yea , man himself ,
unto whose will All things are bounden to obey , For all his wit and worthie skill ...
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Sir Richard Claverhouse Jebb. S ere Diaphenia like to all things blesséd , If all
thy praises were expressed , Dear joy , how I do love thee ! As the birds do love
the spring , As the bees their careful king ; Then in requite , sweet virgin , love me
!
Sir Richard Claverhouse Jebb. S ere Diaphenia like to all things blesséd , If all
thy praises were expressed , Dear joy , how I do love thee ! As the birds do love
the spring , As the bees their careful king ; Then in requite , sweet virgin , love me
!
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| Наслов | Translations Into Greek and Latin Verse |
| Аутор | Sir Richard Claverhouse Jebb |
| Превео/ла | Sir Richard Claverhouse Jebb |
| Издавач | Deighton, Bell, 1873 |
| Оригинал из | Универзитет Калифорније |
| Дигитализовано | 21 феб 2008 |
| Дужина | 238 страница |
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